There is unnecessary ugliness, not only in the things we make, but in the way we make them.  Mass production insures that quantity dominates quality, and profit rules beauty.

White collar or blue, the worker is taken to be a machine. Engaged, not as a whole person, but as a tool of production, he becomes alienated from his work and himself. No wonder the worker is more interested in sports or gossip than in his or her work. No wonder, in the words of popular bumper talk, he “would rather be fishing” or she “would rather be shopping.”

Work devoid of meaning and spirit, work without the discipline and satisfaction of a job well done, is work without joy. So work has gotten a bad name and we live for the weekends.

- Laurence G. Boldt