Ma always says that it is the greatest bracha when a man (in this case, Ta) enjoys his work. My childhood was never marred by any sort of complaints regarding job frustration; following supper, Ta would peacefully consume the newspaper, no aggravation in sight.
Since youngsters tend to accept their reality unquestionably, it was only when I was older that I heard of dissatisfaction in the workplace. As I date now, I make a point to be aware if the bachelor in question is grumbling about his day, or refers to the state of his employment with contentment.
The charity world is bursting with volunteers, Aaron Hurst reports in "Being 'Good' Isn't the Only Way to Go," because many people feel no "meaning" at work. But, "meaning" isn't guaranteed in the non-profit world. "Meaning" comes from engagement.
Their findings reinforced previous research that had demonstrated that the ways individuals viewed work might be more tied to their personality traits than to the work itself. They infuse their work with purpose learned from past experiences. How they view work may largely be driven by the role models they had growing up. Some see it as merely a chore in their lives, while others view it as the core of life.
Many articles I have been reading lately, regarding secular topics as well as Jewish philosophy, are encouraging effort no longer for a future goal, but for its own sake.
The family motto: "Keves baboker, echod." (The pasuk really goes, "Es ha'keves ha'echad ta'aseh baboker.") The service in the Bais HaMikdash was repetitive, the same litany. When did the repetition in our lives, our daily service to others, began to lack meaning?
Vacuuming the rug can have meaning, if we make a point to see it.