I was absolutely miserable at my previous job but I couldn’t go back to being unemployed so I put up with it (while job hunting, which is just as bloody miserable) until I had a total breakdown one day. Now I’m in a much better position and enjoy what I do, but I still have a mortgage on an apartment looming over the rest of my life and losing my job for any reason would make my 10th story balcony look very tempting. It shouldn’t feel this way.
We only had “punch bug what colour?” and you’d get hit repeatedly until you either saw it or guessed what colour it was.