I once worked for a studio full of good meaning, talented people, who I think sincerely attempted to create a happy work environment.
Unfortanetly, good intentions alone weren't enough.
Everyone was on contract pay and could be let go as soon as work went down, and no one was entitled to overtime or holiday pay - so of course, 10-16 hour days and staying up until you could see the sun to make a deadline were a common weekly occurence.
No one had weekends, and everyone had to work on national holidays.
People were literaly falling ill and becoming malnourished and sleep stupid, they practicaly slept in the studio, stocking the fridge there with more food than they had at home. They took advantage of the fact that most of these guys moved for the job, and didn't have girlfriends, so they had nothing to do but work.
The studio itself was so unorganized that you hardly knew if the project you were on was doing well or not. Miscommunication and mysteriously absent management was rampant, and people were bringing in their own pencils and computers because the studio wasn't providing them.
With all of this taken into account, the pay was staggeringly low, because of the location of the studio and underbidding on projects for 'exposure'.
We're talking commercial and series quality animation and deadlines, and I made more money at a call centre...
It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.