Oh Corporate America
Working in the corporate world is a lot like being in a passively abusive relationship that you're not sure you should get out of. It's like your spouse doesn't BEAT you, but they hate your family. It's like you're 21 years old and you want to break up, but don't because you both have a cell phone family plan and it would just be too much of a hassle at the moment; what with all the severance charges, plan changes, and such.
I my job and I have an interesting relationship. Spiritually, I can't really say I hate my job because, let's face it, I'm very fortunate to have one. Saying I hate my job would be like a homeless man getting mad at someone for putting dirty dollar bills in his beggars cup.
Homeless Man: May I please have a dollar?!
Kind Person: Of course! Here you go!
Homeless Man: Thank yo--...wait. What is this, ketchup?!
I've lost my point and I don't have time to figure it out again. I guess (and I do mean, GUESS) what I am trying to say is that it is hard to appreciate being in a place where we are not seen as real people. This goes for almost any job. We are human resources, not humans. We are not people, we are intellectual capital that would be replaced by a machine or a "global resource" if at all possible.
If you have the means to be your own boss, then take it. If you are already your own boss, then cherish the times because I would give my life to no longer have to give my life to a suit.