Last night I read the entire article, out loud, to my SO.

At first, she said wasn't sympathetic because for her, it was "first world problems", and a millenial's predictable disappointment in the workplace. She's not wrong.

But I read it as a kind of drug memoir. An addict talking about their days breathing in all the toxic and intoxicating fumes of the city. And like every former addict it's impossible not to have a kind of nostalgia for it. Life is simpler, because your whole life is about the next fix.