Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?

Sometimes I wonder why the corporate world is seen as a god choice for those of us that will never rise above clerical work and general administration.

I pitied myself for having no door until I met a man with no dividers.

It's easy to be cynical; harder is remembering that on any given day the person beside you on the subway or taking to long to pay for a tub of yogurt at the supermarket could be going through something tremendous and sorrowful and arduous.

Like so many other office workers of the world, I will obey my master, the clock, and will obediently nod to my co-workers and make small talk about sports, kids and weather - all things I'm not genuinely interested in.

My life is ticking away one subway token at a time - a never ending pirouette of arriving and departing, pushing through turnstiles, nodding goodbye and hello. In eight hours I'll be allowed to turn around and go home.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.