I love my job

Это типа перекликается с синдромом менеджера. Как бы плохо ни было, но мы все равно любим свою работу, работаем и привязаны к ней морским узлом.

I love my job. I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best!
I love his boss and all the rest!

I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of papers that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell, there’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers, I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software; I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file; I’d love them more if they worked a while.

I’m happy to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work. I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job – I’ll say it again – I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who’ve come today, in clean white coats to take me away!!!

Весьма яркое отображение действительности. Как не прозвучит это странно, но именно так мы зачастую себя ведем.