I'm not "in love" with my job, a statement of fact that bothers some when I tell it, but which seems to me an acceptable self-assessment of the work I do. That's not to say I hate my job. I don't hate it either.
Truth is, I'm just not sure "love" is a necessary emotion when it comes to actually being satisfied with one's work.
I am often pleased with the work I do. In fact, at times I'm even proud of it.
But there are also times when I wish I could shut my office door, crawl beneath my desk, and hide. Or not go in to the office at all on a given day and just stay home with the shades drawn and disappear into a good book.