Every day, I come to the office. I’m required to — but there’s no reason for it. I commute several hours to get the office (each way), climb the stairs, sit at my desk, do my job, and talk to nobody. My work does not require me to interact with anybody at the office, nor would my work be improved if I did. I often retreat to a small room in the basement to get away from the noise.
But I’m required to be here. If I’m not, I get in trouble. If I don’t work when I’m sick, I get in trouble.
This is pointless, and it makes my life feel pointless.