I don’t even think I can put into words how awful it is. I’m only allowed to work from home two days a week now because my Jew boss wants to use the office suites his Jew family owns. So, three sometimes four days a week, I have to get up at 7am, put on business casual clothes, drive a half hour in traffic, Park in a giant garage go into an office building and be around a bunch of people I despise and do some of the most boring work imaginable. My pay is pretty good, but in no way does it bring me any joy or sense of purpose. I park on the 9th floor of the giant parking structure and every day at the end of my day before I go home, I look over the edge and fantasize about just ending it, and how hilarious it would be for my body to break to bits in front of all the normies walking around.