When did life decide to suck...

OK, the title belies my true feelings. LIFE does not suck. I love my life, that is, my life away from work. So, when did work become so horrible? I guess when it became necessary? I am being forced to return to a job I hate so I can afford to live in the house I do, eat the food to sustain me and my family, drive the car to get me to the job I hate, and leave my kids with strangers for 8+ hours a day so I can go to the job I hate. How backward is this...