I want to hear thenewgreen's thoughts on this. My honest answer is: I don't care about work. I mean, I care enough to get the tasks done, but I sold my soul to this devil a LONG time ago. I am not what I do for a living. I am, first and foremost, a husband. Then a father. Those things require me to trade my time for money. I care about getting the job done well. But I am not what I do for a living. For some reason, that has helped me emotionally detach from my day to day "stressors". They "stress" me enough to get it done, and done well. And then I move on to the next task. This is not to say I'm a zen master who is in complete control. I lose my shit on a regular basis... but remembering why I work at a job I don't like or find fulfilling helps me to recenter and move on.