One of the very first things ever imparted to me in an airline groundschool was this subtle, but very poignant, note:

“Your only job (as a pilot) is to show up, on time, and burn Jet-A.”

When it seems like retarded monkies burdened by Fetal Alchohol Syndrome would be a better alternative to the morons running the show, it seems this little quip puts things in perspective.