I lived in a £12 per night B&B upon my marriage failing with my one year old son for approx 6 weeks.
I used to drop him at my mums in the day, work, pick him up and go back to the dump. Literally only space in the room for single bed and a sink. Toilet and shower was communal. Breakfast with mainly tradesmen during the week; the place pretty much to ourselves the weekend.
Know one at work had a clue. Very dark days but I didn't want my perception at work to be affected so can understand.
Five promotions later everyone is happy now days.