Does Anyone Else Just Not Like to Work...

I'm using a throwaway account here, although my username is kinda cool. 

But the point I wanted to ask was: does anyone else just not like to work? I recently left a job that was driving me crazy and happened to join a new gig that's paying the exact same amount but is remote. I won't go into details about my previous jobs but I've had this weird feeling in my heart where I've never been happy in any job I had (except working at a country club where I smoked weed, got paid $400 a day, and walked 14 miles carrying golf bags). When I look at my resume, it's almost like I failed upward, but I still feel like I'm never happy.

I honestly don't know why this is the case. I came from a blue collar job, 1st gen American and college graduate... by all means I should be happy I'm more successful than my parents. But with every job comes a big question of "Is this something I really see myself doing as a career? Maybe, but I feel like I can do something else I like more..." and the cycle continues and continues. At first I wanted to do something with the stock market, then maybe wealth management, perhaps joining a company and finding a career there? But with every decision comes a wave of indecision, it's like I'm never allowing myself to be happy because I know I just don't like working. This makes me beg the question, was I destined to be a bum? It doesnt seem that far fetched, my friends who work in IB and work crazy hours seem to not mind it, the friends I have that only "do what I'm told to do" also enjoy life, and here I am stuck trying to find my joy in someone else's reality. 

I seem to have the "Grass is greener" syndrome where I'm constantly questioning my current position in life. I could be "traumatized" from my last job where leaving at 5pm was a cardinal sin, but I've also had jobs where I did leave at 5pm but was unhappy due to my own ego and believing "I'm better than these people, I need to work at (inset large money manager)".

I hope I don't come across as a pretentious prick, I could just be having my first quarter life crisis and needed a place to vent.