Not sure what the golden beaver key represented in your mind but the annoying worker was probably society or something of that nature.
Reminds me of an excerpt from Lolita:
"That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up."
I sometimes wish I would wake up and be in a world with only little girls. Where I'm the only adult in existence and nothing or nobody to bother me. That would be heaven.