Do you ever make peace with the mess in your own line of work?

I spent years getting angry about unlabeled cables, undocumented switches, the little altar of chaos someone left behind in a rack. Lately I find myself treating them like relics instead of faults, and I'm not sure if that's wisdom or just burnout wearing a nicer coat. Has anyone else hit that point where the thing that used to drive you crazy just becomes part of the landscape?