I was Hillary Clinton's personal assistant and I was miserable, partially because we were working non-stop on little sleep, but also because she was a tyrant. It was about three in the morning after a rally. She yelled at me in front of a group of people for a small mix-up I had nothing to do with. I commiserated with my coworkers. Though we were unhappy, we concluded that we were stuck: we couldn't quit because how could we get another job at this stage in the election cycle.