I don't hate my job, I just hate working. Make any sense?
Makes perfect sense to me. Reminds me of a gentleman in a silicon valley company I heard about through the grapevine who "retired" years ago. He enjoys his "pension" in the form of a bi-monthly direct-deposit paycheck. He shows up in the office on occasion, works at home most of the time, and sometimes is gone for weeks. He's trying to get rich off buying and selling real estate but is clueless about the process, but that's basically what fills his days. Earns in the six-digits. The sad part is that when it finally catches up to him, he will have no current marketable skills and no discipline to actually produce something tangible. This has been going on for over a decade, now, this office-sacred-cow seems intouchable.
My philosophy is that loving work is an aquired taste, like learning to savor plain non-fat yogurt. Once you get into a position with cushy pay, and know you will soon pay off the house and retire comfortably, you can acquire a taste for work. I have gained so many diverse high tech skills with this attitude, that work "tastes" like eating a Baskin Robbins icecream sundae on a hot summer day in an air-conditioned cubicle.
I hope this helps you make a much needed "attitude adjustment," because I used to view work much as you. I didn't hate my job, but I just hated working. Yes, it makes a lot of sense. You basically feel like you're making someone else filthy rich, and knowing their proverbial "table scraps" can pay off your mortgage. Once you arm yourself to the teeth with high tech knowledge and learn to produce tangible results (called "deliverables" in corporations), the sky's the limit on your yearly income. It's the lack of this attitude and motivation that is why the economy is like a big toilet bowl that somebody suddenly flushed (and explains the dissying sensation and our economy spins toward that apex with a whoshing sound).
By the way, don't take my advice that you need an "attitude adjustment" personally. I know these words give many flashbacks of meetings with elders in KH libraries. I'm talking about a positive form of adjustment.
Your topic name caught my eye because I once dated someone who used to get all bummed out because she didn't want to wait until marriage, if you catch my drift.
Derrick