And here is the other side
I remember my first job was putting fruits and vegetables on the shelves in supermarket, later on I moved to making tags for prices so the whole day I was walking around the shop with a scanner in my hand and all I heard through the entire day was **beep** **beep** **beep** of the scanner and freaking advertisements that were played on monitors in the shop. They were put on loop so each and every freaking day I was hearing the same music, the same commercials and the same freaking sound of that freaking scanner plus I was surrounded by idiots I was working with. :/ It felt like some kind of psychological torture I would say. It was the first and only time in my life when my mood dropped significantly and I needed something to escape.
Back then I was strongly into metal music and I was writing music for metal album. I wrote maybe 10 songs but I could never find people to work with on that material. Nevertheless, I can fully relate to the concept of music being a form of therapy as I used it for that purposes. And the example mentioned in that video perfectly suits the situation I was in. I remember the conversation between me and one of my workmates about things that we were going to do after work. I asked him what were his plans for the afternoon. He replied that he would come home and start drinking beer. I asked him whether that was his whole plan and he responded it was. Then he asked me what was my plan. I replied that I would come home, work out a bit, then I would work on my music or my stories (because I wrote stories and I still do write short stories, I struggle with finishing them though ). I would never forget his disbelief mixed with some kind of lack of understanding. It was like he couldn't comprehend that someone would want to make something more than just working in that shitty supermarket.