It’s a workload that lasts forever, like the way a dog chases its own tail. (In all corners of her heart, she knows that if she ever starts, she wouldn’t be allowed to stop.) So she’s seen as being lazy, but there’s a point where laziness and cunning begin to overlap.
It’s difficult to say exactly when enough is enough, and she’s the kind of person who could get used to being useless. A life of luxury doesn’t always have to be gained; sometimes, it falls in the exact same way love does. It’s different from a windfall of luck, though some would still call her lucky. But life is life, and at least she won’t have to keep going on forever.