I used to like cleaning the floor after a long day in the restaurant. It was a matter of honour to make it as clean and fresh as possible, getting into all the crooks and nannies with the cleaner. It was a hands and knees and scrubbing brush job with me, everyone else would just swipe a mop over it and move the dirt around. Not me... I spent the last hour of the working day on my knees cleaning and thinking - quite often singing along too. Very relaxing, very theraputic and very thought provoking.
I see what you were trying to say Jimmy.... we all take so much for granted these days. The satisfaction of a job done well is something that not many people feel, because the job is either not finished, or done by someone else. To create a clean and shiny spot out of a greasy pile, to find the true colour of the carpet underneath the crap, to coax a thing of beauty from a piece of dirty metal... job satisfaction that requires no further payment.