often at work i think of the myth of sisyphus, wherein (according to google, here) 'Sisyphus is condemned to roll a rock up to the top of a mountain, only to have the rock roll back down to the bottom every time he reaches the top.'
like… that's my everyday, bruh. would my job be considered some epic punishment by ancient greeks? the work i do that destroys my life is basically nothing beyond shuffling around useless garbage and poor people's money. today, having three ongoing, time-sensitive tasks at once and piling on yet another, i became momentarily aware that it would take me half a year to save up 6K even without having to pay rent, and i asked myself: is my job a literal hell? and really, even if i'm exaggerating a little here, the answer's not a hard 'no'.