We gotta work to make it work

We love to complain about work. I had a breakthrough yesterday though: we throw ourselves into work because it gives us a break. At least i do.
For the few hours of the day i manage to put in it seems like im stepping into a different bubble. I can forget about everything else and concentrate on printing houses, healthcare paperwork, supply ordering, uniform design, and all the miscellaneous joker work i run. In fact, i was just talking to a friend last night and i said that the only time i feel good during the day is on the drive back from work. Its like having been on mind-vacation.
Getting to the point of the title of this post: work is, i believe, what enables us to efficiently function in other aspects of our lives. productivity in specific gives us fuel for life. every other problem seems small and insignificant when compared to, in my world, furniture deliveries not being made in time. traffic jams even help to release the energy after a chaotic day due to a minor mistake in accounts, even if im just swearing my ass off in the car.
i can see now why workaholics are the way they are. Mind you i'd rather be gay and transvestite than workaholic, but i understand them. They get so caught up in this mind-vacation-from-life, they enjoy the ride and don't wanna get off.
im now just thankful that i am able to get on and off the ride. those of you on your living-room sofas are missing out, and no amount of TV, hairdresser appointments, midday lunches out, or morning city stars visits will ever make up for the thrill of disconnecting from everything personal at the workplace.