Here I am again

My time back in the harness of work has been brief and I have now been struck down by pustules appearing on my tongue which have multiplied like a sex-crazed mouse.  Hard to talk.  Doctor said stress has sparked off this latest spate of illness and has signed me off for a week.  I am not surprised work has gone from being enjoyable to a hamster wheel of monotony.  Instead of autonomy, they want me to go from thinking for myself and become an automaton.  What it so funny is that they all take it so seriously.  They trumpet on about the banality of their job out loud but with a tone of triumph ... Hilarious! Don't they see how ridiculous they sound?  Am I the one who's wrong?  I wonder whether they would be doing what they do if they knew today was their last day on this earth?  I doubt it!