I still have a good work ethic and take my job and duties quite seriously. I come across like I care and am truly concerned (I am often complemented on how professional, personable and compassionate I am). Yet I think it may not be possible for me to care any less than I do today, until tomorrow when I somehow find a new level of disinterest. Ugh. I love the rare instances when something happens that makes all of the nonsense seem worthwhile but most of the time I just do it for the paycheck. Whaaaaaa! Who here loves to go to work?