apparently not the right answer

recently we had an inservice at work. generally all the kitchen people go at the same time, but my co-workers went on my day off, so i had to go alone. i got to the conference room, and the nurse presenting it was there, as was the chaplain. as we were waiting for others to show up, one of them asked me, "and how are things in the kitchen?" "fine." "same old, same old?" "nothing ever changes in the kitchen." they both just looked at me. "sometimes it feels like the movie 'groundhog's day.' we're just doing the same day over and over."
i was surprised at my honesty, since it's not like they're my friends or anything, but apparently not as surprised as they were. they just stared at me like i was a horrible person for not being thrilled to be a college graduate who was once in the master's program at the number one school in the nation for her field who's back in her high school job, only using her brain to remember that edie likes peanut butter on her toast. how on earth could i not be ecstatic to set tables and do dishes every day, knowing that i could beat pretty much every manager in an iq test? how could it not be thrilling to get up every day at 5:00 to do the job of a trained monkey only to be too tired at the end of the day to even watch a tv show? it's just unfathomable.
thank heavens another nurse came in then to break the awkward silence.