It’s almost societally accepted that we’re meant to hate our jobs.
The workday is meant to be a grindstone. It’s about being “chained to your desk”. It’s the misery of working for a terrible boss or being forced to spend time with colleagues you would never pick as friends. The end of work is a delight you can hardly contain; the Sunday night blues – as you contemplate your return to work – is a cause of endless sadness.