A Labor Day axiom: "Do what you love, and you'll never work a day in your life."
Says the man who loves to spend his day arranging otter teeth by height and width: "Boy, isn't that true. No one's hired me in 20 years."
It's a nice thought, but not everyone gets to do what they love. Work = fun is a fairly recent innovation in human history. Seven hundred years ago, no one said, "I love the outdoors, I like exercise, I enjoy being around people but don't really like conversation, so I guess you could say going from town to town picking up plague corpses isn't work, not at all."
What about people who clean out septic tanks? You always want to ask how they chose that line of work, and they'd probably say, "Oh, I just fell into it." (Ha! Sorry.) One cannot possibly love that job. But they do it. Our street was repaved last month; hot, stinky work. The workers weren't singing paving shanties. But they do it.
Aside from the people who do their jobs because, well, it's their job, there are the unsung and seldom-considered jobs you never think about until you run into someone doing them.
For example, we need a new fridge. The cheap brittle plastic pieces that connect the baskets to the rails all are broken, as part of Electrolux's "Customer Alienation" initiative. Well, let's go online and read reviews of fridges to see what's good.
(One hour later)
So what I'm finding out is that I should just get a big wooden box and put a slab of ice in it, because anything more complex breaks down. Great.