Yeah, quite honestly, I think working for my last pharma company nearly killed me. It started as early as training and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I made a mistake. Night before the flight, I was so stressed (dreaming my thesis was going to hard drive heaven) that I leaped out of bed and sprained my ankle. Foot turns black in training. Turns out I needed my ankle rebuilt and an artifical toe. That went great. No pain and never felt better. Went XX skiing three months later and due to my lard-ness, I could not get up once I fell. In trying to get up, since I could not release the skis, I blew out the disc at C6-7. It crushed my right nerve root, flattened the spinal cord and dissected the vertebral artery causing a tiny embolia to go up into the cerebellum and, well, I had a stroke. . . and emergency spinal surgery. No really knew about the stroke for six weeks when I noticed my pupils were two different sizes and one did not respond at all.
You do not ever want to have a stroke. So, I spent all of 2013 recovering from a severe spinal/neuro injury and a stroke. I had to learn to walk, talk - well, choose words, use my right arm that got crushed, balance, see, spell/write and in some ways - think all over again. I still am often at a loss for words (LOL - go figure!) but I joined a gym, lost 40 lbs, swim an average of 20 laps a day, lift weights and was recently hired outside of pharma. So, things are going much better than what they could be.
I would certainly find a way up to Milwaukee or in-between to meet with you. Dinner would be better than lunch - but I could probably cut out early too. I have definitely decided life is way, way too short to put up with 1) stuff you hate and 2) people who treat you like shit. Hey, but, then there's cats.