Your point is well taken. I don't think I've been clear enough. I've worked precious few jobs that have actually rewarded efficiency and quality (I'm working one now, and I'll be sorry to see it go, even though it's paint-dryingly dull), but what I'm concerned with is not whether you get a promotion or a gold star or anything, but that you remain a person capable and willing to excel. It's that deadly, slothful, zombie-like mindset that wants nothing but for work to be over that's the problem. You start thinking like that, soon the rest of your time is just you recuperating from work.
The worst job I ever had was doing paperwork for a union's pension plan. They had us sign in and out to ensure they could monitor the exact minutes we came in and left (not all that common in office jobs in the city) and, being a union, spelled out in exacting detail the breaks we were 'entitled' to (1 15 minute break in the morning, 1 in the afternoon, and a 1 hour lunch). The place was a damn mess. People mostly talked about how dull work was and how many more years they had before their pension kicked in. I don't believe I ever met anyone at any level in the company who gave a damn about doing a good job which, seeing as we were paying out pensions, was a big problem for the union employees. People lined up at the sign-out machine 5,6,7,8 minutes before 5:00, sign out in as few seconds as possible when the clock turned or risk the wrath of the people behind them, then bolted for the elevator. On the elevator, people would commonly forcibly hold the doors shut so that they would pass the other floors and make it down as fast as possible. Practically stampeding each other in their drive to not give their work one second more than they had to.
That union sense of entitlement, collective bargains for worker's rights, seemed to me to be a double-edged sword. They knew what they were entitled to and what they were obligated to do, and those became absolute limits in their mind, even for workers employed by the union itself! They were sabotaging the organization they relied on. It was the most depressingly ironic thing I've ever seen, and it's served to me as a warning against complacency since I left.