One thing I've noticed about work over the years is how everyone seems so happy with their trivial responsibilities and how self important they feel because of it. It's like, dude, if you dropped dead right now, they'd replace your ass faster than you'd be put in the ground. We're nothing special or valuable to anyone.
They act like they're decoding they human genome or launching rockets. It’s like, calm down, you’re making Cinnabons at the mall. And the endless complaining about management and inefficiencies and how everything's going downhill and they're the only ones who care and work hard. I'm like, dude I don't give a shit. I'm here until the clock tells me I can go home. Get a life for gods sake.