The rest of us groaned, disgusted. What an appalling attitude. I'm afraid I will always be a malcontent. Her puzzled expression told me I had to explain this malcontent business, and I did, to the best of my ability, but I suspect it was a concept she just couldn't grasp. I think that my wishing the world were different goes a long way toward explaining why I write fiction.
Some jobs are better than others.
This is a statement that is true even in prisons, but I have never had a job that I wouldn't quit instantly if sufficient funds came my way. I did work for a couple of trade magazines, Radio World and TV Technology , and my fellow office workers were delightful humans. I actually looked forward to seeing them. Still, I always felt it was unfortunate that we had to meet under such onerous circumstances, distracted by the mundane press of deadlines. I was a voracious and eclectic reader, and I was attracted to what I thought was the writer's life.