Unless your employment is a passion project for you (and lucky you if that is the case), work is only ever a means to an end, a willing sacrifice of efforts now to accrue resources for future utilization. In short, work is a means by which to afford the life you desire.
If however, you have no life that you desire then your work offers no satisfaction or meaning, it is only perpetual suffering.
What's worse, if you work with people who excel at wasting time and whose single greatest talent seems to be perfection of the hand-in-pocket pose, then your own conscientiuousness is a burden that you saddle yourself with, to zero gain, and to the laughter of your supposed coworkers, who vilify you for having the audacity to do work
This is a little slice of hell
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