You have no idea !
And how many bosses did you have when you were weedwhacking ?Dunno, perhaps it's down to the individual, but it's just hard for me to get too upset about sitting in an office banging out memos and brainstorming about ultimately meaningless bullshit for substantially greater sums than when I had to load packages in a truck in the middle of the night, weedwhack around headstones in 100F Midwestern heat, or wait on 20+ tables while also mixing drinks, 8-10 hours at a time without really making much more than survival money.
I'm going to guess one, & you didn't start, & have a 2nd one tell you to first do another job, & then have the 1st one come back & bollock you out of it for not doing, "their". job first.
I've had proper jobs too, working in fast food places, & painting, & construction, & there was always a simplicity about what you had to do to make the boss happy. Turn up on time, do what they asked, don't piss off the customers, & don't steal. It was fucking bliss compared with working in tech.
After burning out twice over twenty years, my breaking point came where we got stuffed in a room with senior managers who once upon a time had, nominally, done the same job, & the worse of them wasn't interested in hearing that people were flogged out, & their work/life balance was just trashed.
So he trotted out his version of the tried & true, Yorkshiremen sketch
And told us all how when he was an engineer, he did an 96 hour stint, with only an 8 hour break, & we needed to grow a pair & stop complaining.
So, because I was just fed up with this shit, I asked him how often he had to do these stints over a year, & he said twice; so I dug out our schedule of the last year, & the projections for the next 6 months & pointed out that we were going to be expected to do in excess of (I think) 18 of these stints over the course of a year !
I wasn't terrible popular with the prick there after, but I could care less, because he was infamous for one of his other little sayings; "Marriages come & go, but * is forever !", where * was the name of the multi-national. You won't be surprised to hear he had just gone thru divorce #3 himself.
I just got fed up with platitudes from Managers promising change, but impotent to deliver them, so when I got offered redundancy, I fucking lept at it, & swapped 60 hr weeks, & unpaid OT, for a reliable 40 hr week, & non-existent OT. It was a decent pay cut, but there aren't any pockets in a funeral shroud.