Two of my children are of that ilk (public services workers, not knobheads1) and I seriously don’t know what motivates them to get out of bed in the mornings, given some of the tales they tell. I’m immensely proud of them, but do sometimes which for an easier life for them.
1. Ms Beardy the younger has her moments, but usually only with those that have earned it. Apart from me of course, even though there’s virtually nothing I wouldn’t do for her.