There is perhaps no more horrifying realization than being the only one at a job who doesn’t treat it like his entire life. It’s a slow revelation that creeps up on you when you least expect it, like when you assume that creating a spreadsheet can be done in a lackadaisical manner (e.g. not pressing fit to cell) and then you hand it off to a co-worker for reference and they practically bite your head off.
Another way the revelation comes is when your office wants to get together after hours to spend time together in any capacity, even when there are drinks involved. It’s bad enough to be with them during the day, but to continue being around people who express enthusiasm for a nondescript profession you can’t stand provides additional torture that should be avoided at all costs. Thus, being the office pariah seems inevitable, but at least gets you out of creating spreadsheets.