“I didn’t know you hated your work,” he said. “Of course I hated it. Who wouldn’t?” “Then why did you do it all those years?” “Now that, my son, is a question for the ages. It’s more or less what I came out here to try to answer. Why do we do work we hate all our lives? Somewhere earlier on the road somebody must have made us feel that we didn’t have an option to do otherwise. I’m sure it gets psychologically complex.”
