I wrote a poem about this scenario. In my teens, which is the right time to be pondering such a scenario.
The final verse of said poem is:
Ni iris — laborejen. Malkontraŭ la malbeno.
We went — to the office. Un-against the un-blessing.
I’d like to think that’s still my answer. But it’s not.
At this stage of my life, there are worse things to be doing than spending 10 hours cuddling my honey.