The real world is unrealistic

When you ask a 5-year old what they want to be when they grow up none of them every say they dream to be a corporate slave working for the man. I know for certain I did not expect to come to an office building every day and sit at a desk surrounded by short fake walls. My 5-year old self is throwing a bitch of a hissy fit. Everyday she doesn't understand why we wake up when we're still tired, come to a place with no windows, no nap time, no recess, where we get bossed around (sometimes yelled at, which totally makes us wanna cry), and we do this on repeat for 5 days in a row. I feel bad for her because I can't explain it. I had big dreams of rescuing Shamu when I was younger, what happened to that? Now the biggest adventure I take during the workday is attempting to drink the coffee, aka: tar, they brew here. So so sad.