I go to work because I would feel guilty if I didn’t.
You need to hire more lapsed Catholics.
If not for my great co-workers, my job would be unbearably depressing. I like my job because I actually get to help people, to make people’s lives better or at least blunt some of the tragedy. My job has meaning. I make the world a better place. The down side of this is that it eats me alive.
Given a choice between sitting on a beach and going to work, I’d still choose the beach, but I need the money. The goal is to work hard now and invest my money right so I won’t HAVE to work forever.