Personally I find the daily lack of excitement quite delightful. Everybody makes their crossing restrictions. Center takes the handoff on the second blink. Wind is straight down the runway at 8 knots and the world is clear, blue, and 72. Everybody sees the airport 40 miles out. Aircraft cleared for immediate takeoff are rolling before the mike is unkeyed...
Pure sex if you ask me. My kind of movie. I'd pay to see it.
Dave
PS: Idea gleaned from "Pushing Tin:" Another controller taps me on the shoulder and says, "go to lunch." I say, "you've got it" then unplug and walk away.
I can't have my mom watching that kind of crap. She's too impressionable.