Isn’t the end game that all the displaced SWEs give up their cushy, flexible job and get retrained as nurses?

Wait, my job is not cushy. I think hard all day long, I endure levels of frustration that would cripple most, and I do it because I have no choice, I must build the thing I see or be tormented by its possibility. Cushy? Right.

This is the most "1st world problems" comment I've read today.