Envy comes in many forms. House, car, looks, education, even job envy.
In the case of the latter of the list, there’s a shed-load of variety involved, which makes getting truly envious almost too exhausting to be bothered with. You see, some people dig holes in the ground but get to be outside, some sit in offices in relative comfort but long to break free, and some put up with the public in shops, supermarkets and hospitality, enjoying the ‘sociability’ but secretly loathing their cretinous customers. When it comes to me, I’ve always been envious of those who manage to make a living while doing absolutely…
