I need the magic!!!!

I hate my job. It is true to the very last word. I HATE MY JOB.
I sell furniture to a public that could care less about quality or where it is built or even how long something might last them. If it is made in China....so what. (90 percent of furniture is now imported from there to the U.S.)
I work with sharks, thieves, people with no ambition to better themselves and it is killing me each and everyday.
My mind I fear will rot should I continue to stay. I fight each and every day to keep what little sanity I have left intact.
I could recount hundreds of tales in this blog if not thousands and each one would only prove my point time and time again with little if no room for error.
I feel trapped for a number of reasons, paying the bills not withstanding.
Our american way of life of working hard and progressing up any ladder for the betterment of yourself or family is fast becoming the antique way of life. Or at least that is what the bulk of corporate america would like it to become and from my perspective they may well be succeeding.
Tonight I suffer from extreme frustration caused by customer and co-worker alike.
I work in a place where common courtesy is ignored. Rudeness rules the day and incompetence is rewarded and even bragged about. Why do people choose to live thier life this way?
Simple hello is tossed back in your face with the motion of talk to my hand.
Caring about image for the sake of future business is forsaken. Replaced with instant gratification of getting the money now and the hell with tomorrow's buisness. Integrity be damned. Who cares about integrity. "That is old school."
We are building business with a wing and not a prayer each and everyday and will wonder why our business is no more when the close the doors forever. When jobs no longer exist because we exported all of them what will be said then if anything from those I work with who remain silent when they are being violated each and every day and refuse to say anything louder than a whisper in their own defense. The door they knock on will not be answered. If in thier frustration they finally choose to kick it down they will only find no one to complain to unless they call a toll free number answered by someone in a far a way land that cant understand english nor any of its slang.
I know I am not alone in feeling this way. Not even in the furniture store I work in. But no voice besides mine speaks up. Apathy wins each and every time.
I have had enough. It is time to get serious about moving on. I choose not to live this way. And I choose not to remain silent about it. Pass the fairy dust from Tinkerbell. I need to fly again.