Sometimes working at something for long enough puts you into like a fugue state. It’s like the opposite of “flow” where you just dumb down.

^This happens to me only when I had entered my dumbzone the previous shift

Anything wet can impart wetness to other things. That’s like saying a sponge isn’t wet because it makes other things wet.

The properties of water are what make something wet, so water isn’t NOT wet—water is 100% wetness. It’s the wettest anything can be.

Note that it didn’t say the other 5% WASNT wet, just that 95% if it was.

(Should be “cue the company” not queue)

BREAKING NEWS Report “95% of water : wet”

I’m already too dead inside to muster up the energy

It’s the kind of work that makes you feel fulfilled and accomplished though. I bet OP would be better off mentally in 2 years if he fucked off to alaska and built himself a cabin. Hell, I bet I would too.

This corporate wage slavery is so fucking detrimental to my well-being. I want to solve challenges and make decisions of consequence. I want to have agency in my life.