It’s happened to me. I had just moved all the way across the country for a girl who, shortly thereafter, dumped me. I had just earned my Master’s degree, and left a good, professional-level job because I was in luuuuuuurve.
This left me in a shitty place, struggling to keep afloat while coping with my freshly broken heart and complete lack of prospects. I took a job for a large bookstore chain (not B&N). I was making shit money in a shit job, and eventually became assistant manager, because, hell, I suppose I just wanted to feel like I was advancing somehow. Salary! Benefits!
What I didn’t realize at the time was that the meager salary meant that they could work you for far more than 40 hours a week without paying you another dime.
I hated that job. God, I hated that job. I put on my shitty slacks and my shitty shirt and my shitty tie every day, then tied on my shitty fucking apron, and schlepped to work for 12-15 hours, for $18,000 a year. It was slavery.
But I stayed, because I was sunk in misery and I was in a rut. I was too miserable to go out and get another job. I was utterly unmotivated.
Fortunately, the district manager noticed that I was such a fucking pill; she waited until I had counted the registers one night, then fired me.
I swear to God, I hadn’t been that happy in over 3 years. Oh, I was resentful at first. “They can’t do that to ME! Who do they think they are?!” That literally lasted as long as it took to take off my apron and give them back the store keys.
It was an indescribable feeling, really. By putting a boot in my ass, they did me the biggest favor of my adult professional life. It was like a fresh breeze washed over me. I started applying for jobs in my field again, and although I had to take a few more crappy jobs to make ends meet, I steadily worked my way back around to professional-level jobs again, and was out of there within a couple more years, making (comparatively) loads of money.
Then I went back to get my PhD, where I am currently once again languishing in poverty, but that’s another story. 