Having a job is terrible, even when the job itself is not terrible, I'm with ya.
We were not designed for all this meaningless toil, we were meant to run in fields and dream.
We were meant to gather what we needed day-by-day week-by-week and otherwise just sing.
It is not popular for an adult to admit this because it goes against the entire mythology of the Protestant Work Ethic that this twisted little country was built upon... God shows His love of you to the community by making you rich so work your ass off and lie and cheat and steal so that your neighbors will think that God loves you more than them... but it is true.
In our innocence and our arrogance... with a good dollop of cheating mixed in... we have created a mechanism within which sane and happy people staying both sane and happy is nearly impossible and the device speeds up a little bit more every coupla years.
Evolution does not work fast enough to adapt us to this sort of thing. In six or seven thousand years, we have built things that it would take us maybe a million years to properly adapt to and it is driving us mad.
I am probably exaggerating a bit but the basic idea, I really believe.
I mean, okay, it is my one day off and my girlfriend woke me up at seven in the morning by punching me right in the ear because she was fighting someone in a nightmare so I am as fuckin' ornery as Babe Ruth in a chastity belt but... holy Christ, I think the basic idea is sound.