Over the past decade, the rich, professional classes have developed an increasingly unhealthy attitude to their jobs. We took our jobs and our fat salaries for granted and felt aggrieved if our bonuses were not even bigger than the year before. We demanded that the work be interesting in itself and, even more dangerously and preposterously, that it should have meaning.
Hard times remind us of the real purpose of work: earn a living. So I guess we should stop searching for satisfaction, or God forbids, a meaning for now!