Here is a letter I received from someone I know who is “trapped in the 9 to 5.” I changed her name to protect her anonymity and to prevent her from losing her job. And what a shame that would be

I am so f***ing sick of being a glorified secretary. Sure, I might have
other titles, but I think my coworkers see me as their bitch. They seem to
think that my job is making their copies or running to the office supply
store. Hey, I have work to do, too, and last I checked, running YOUR errands wasn’t
part of my job description. Oh, and neither was stroking your ego because you feel threatened by the fact that I’m female and smarter than you. And inferior to you in rank at the office.

And then there’s the pity. You don’t have to buy my lunch because I make
less money than you. Why don’t you just respect the fact that I don’t WANT
to go out to lunch with the team? It has as much to do with you respecting my personal time as it does with you respecting our financial differences. Seriously I cannot take it anymore. We are all trapped in office hell together, and somehow I got stuck making the coffee.

-Hermione, February 2008