That was exactly like my old work place. I really had no one to talk to. But that wasn't the main problem.James of Maine said:
The job itself was idiotic. I required to put in a lot of numbers in the computer system, but unfortunately it relied on other people in other departments giving me that information. A lot of them wouldn't cooperate. It also required me to go through lots of dusty old file cabinets, but a lot of the paper was missing. I'm normally a very hardworking person, but when I couldn't even get the information properly, it frustrated me to the point where I was always lethargic.
Add to that, my superviser is one of these people who liked to look over my shoulder, and did not have good people skills. She barely ever complimented me on anything, only criticized.
Also, everyone got a nice cubicle or big space by the window, but I got an old desk in the middle of the room. This meant that 2 of my coworkers were on my right FACING me the entire time (I was just facing a wall). I didn't know it at the time, but looking back at it, this is absolute torture for someone with SA. Everytime I picked up the phone, I was very conscious that they could hear me talk.
The moral of the story is that money isn't worth it if you're not enjoying your life.