No small misery is caused by overworked and unhappy people, in the dark views which they necessarily take up themselves, and force upon others, of work itself.
I'm not a huge fan of my work.
When I graduated college I had a series of just humiliating jobs that I couldn't believe I was at.
I would almost rather be in debt constantly than work with horrible people that I hate.
I've never disguised the fact that I wasn't happy in teaching. But the reason was that I wanted to do comedy. I would have been a very unhappy security guard or a very unhappy greengrocer.
I find that more and more I'm trying to entertain myself when I'm working, because I know the work's going to go to a horrible place.
Oh God, I've done telesales. It doesn't get much lower than that, really. That's the job I enjoyed the least.
Work has become like prison because of the way we treat it. If you are trapped with people who you do not care for, it feels like a concentration camp.
I've earned my living in all sorts of terrible ways - as a janitor, a copy editor, a psychotherapist.
Whether you're a mechanic or you build houses or you work in an office, you don't have to like your boss.
People who are employed in a way they don't like - my heart cries for them.
The only time I am ever miserable is when I do something just for the money.
