I have an alternate point of view: my desire to remain engaged in an interesting and problem is high so that anything resembling monotony quickly bores and frustrates me. I question what I had done wrong in a previous life to be condemned to a latter day Sysiphian punishment. This is primarily why I rail hard against processes - they appear as manifestly unjust punishment.

In my opinion, our brains have a way of painting the bad old days in a nostalgic light. I would posit that if you were forced by circumstances to chuck boxes for 8 hours a day with company-specified arrival and departure times plus company-specified breaks, you would not relish it. But that's just my opinion.