The cleaner emptied my bin while I was on a call and I barely looked up, and some quiet part of me was glad that isn't my job. Then I caught the thought and it embarrassed me. I carry a private ranking of which work is beneath me, and some days my own lands lower than I'd admit.
More people experience this than they realize.
Quietly believing some kinds of work, sometimes your own, are beneath dignity.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.