Happy hour..More or less

It's 4pm on a Tuesday. I now have exactly 59 minutes before I am set free from this 20ft by 20ft windowed box with a door known as my office. Oh sure, it's better than a cubicle but don't be fooled, it's still very much a sad excuse for a 40 hr/week existence. How did I get here anyways? Ah well, only 54 minutes remaining. I've dubbed this last hour of the work day happy hour because for most American workers this ends the counting of hours and begins the counting of minutes. There is an interesting statistic out there that claims 80% of American workers feel no passion for their jobs and 55% of American workers are not even satisfied with their jobs! I find that terribly unfortunate. I find it more unfortunate that I am now sitting in that eightieth percentile. Rest assured, I am doing everything in my power to jump onto the other side. So why do people stay in the majority mob? Is it all circumstantial or do they just stop trying? I happen to be fortunate enough to be in my 20's and still refuse to surrender to complacency. However, I've also been blessed with a wonderful wife and a 1yr old son. So, I can easily see how the "provision factor" can come into play and bring the illusion of destruction to the eager dreams of the working class. So, that's life I suppose. I'll get back to my voicemail and paperwork now.