At the end I of the day, its a paycheck, a means to build time, accrue international experience, maintain currency, and longer layovers to polish that “Pulitzer Prize” of a CV, until that red letter day is delivered from the next dream job on the ladder.
During the interim the menu of life is limited... make the most of the current situation, or b!tch and moan and make the rest of those who fly with you as miserable as you.