Don’t be fooled into thinking that people bitching about their job constitutes hating their job. People have a certain about of bitching and moaning inside them that has to be expelled before they die. No matter how good a person’s life is, they have a preset Whining Rate that they have to keep up. If a real professional whiner were given $25 million, a mansion, free boats, servants and exemption from taxes for the rest of his life, six months from now he’d be complaining that his car-servant doesn’t wax the Lambourghini right and his Thursday hooker’s blowjobs are getting a bit predictable.
You should meet my Mom. I love her dearly and she’s a really nice lady, but honestly, she whines about her lot in life nonstop. And she lives the sweet life in every conceivable way.