Incredibly depressing doing what one loves, making a ridiculous sum of money for sitting on one's ass for hours on end, and working tightly controlled hours with built-in fatigue protections, based on circadian rhythm.

It's a wonder we don't all have PTSD. What could possibly be more stressful and anxiety-producing than flying from A to B? Oh, the hardship.

Thank god someone has finally blown the lid off this pressure-cooker. Perhaps we can all take a step back now and let that callous heal on the one, solitary finger that we use to press the buttons on the FMC, and engage the autopilot.