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