On the Parody of Work
There is a peculiar cruelty in the human penchant for parodying the essential. Work, which ought to be the dignified cultivation of human purpose and ingenuity, is no exception. Work, in its essence, has been humanity’s attempt to impose meaning on the chaos of existence—a pursuit to cultivate resources, solve problems, and create something lasting. Yet, throughout history, the idea of work has been grotesquely parodied, stripped of its purpose, and turned into an absurd exercise in futility.
In the 14th century, Muhammad bin Tughlaq, the Sultan of Delhi, ordered a monument to be built each day, only to have it destroyed at night, and then rebuilt the following day. The purpose was not architectural innovation but employment creation—a way to ensure that labourers had work to sustain themselves during periods of economic distress. It was, in its grotesque way, a form of benevolence, though it would be difficult to imagine a more despairing gift: work that existed solely to perpetuate itself, devoid of any lasting outcome.
Centuries later, during the Holocaust, Nazi guards in Auschwitz created similarly senseless tasks for prisoners. Forcing them to carry heavy, wet sacks of salt from one end of the camp to the other, without purpose or endpoint, was a form of psychological torture. Here, labour was not only pointless but also weaponized, serving as a cruel mockery of human agency.
The Corporate Theatre of Work
Today, the parody of work continues in subtler, though no less soul-destroying, forms. It is most visible in the corporate world, where the rituals of "busywork" proliferate like weeds choking a garden. Corporate employees are often conscripted into activities devoid of meaningful contribution—filling out redundant spreadsheets, crafting visually impressive but content-light presentations, or enduring HR-driven "team-building" exercises that seem more like forced leisure than genuine collaboration. The rise of performative productivity, where the appearance of effort matters more than its results, mirrors the absurdities of historical precedents.
The phenomenon extends to industries where public relations campaigns and the performative creation of an "image" take precedence over genuine substance. Entire departments exist to manage optics, creating a hyperreality where the appearance of work overshadows the actual work itself. The modern office, with its motivational speeches, LinkedIn-style positivity and contrived camaraderie, resembles a theatre in which everyone plays their role, fully aware of the absurdity but powerless to stop the play.
What is perhaps most disturbing is not the pointlessness of this labour but the way it co-opts the human spirit. Those who participate in such work are not merely wasting their time; they are complicit in the degradation of meaning itself.
Too Many Managers?
The deeper problem lies in the cultural valorization of management as an end in itself. To manage, in this view, is inherently superior to working; to strategize is more glamorous than to execute. This inversion of values has led to a bizarre dynamic where the workers, who produce the actual output, are increasingly overshadowed by those who merely direct their labour. The irony is that this relentless administrative expansion is often justified in the name of efficiency, even as it smothers the very creativity and initiative it seeks to organize.
The modern manager is often tasked not with creating value but with monitoring and extracting it. Workers who might once have been trusted to self-organize are now burdened with performance reviews, progress reports, and frequent "check-ins." Equally ludicrous is the conceit by which every manager fancies himself a leader — a term imbued with the gravitas of Moses guiding his people from the wilderness into a land flowing with milk and honey. This does little more than infantilize the workforce and shift the burden of responsibility from one individual to another. Instead of fostering autonomy and decision-making ability in the people who do the actual work, it creates an atmosphere of surveillance, where the appearance of activity is valued as much as its substance.
The Philosophical Implications
The parody of work, at its heart, reveals a philosophical tension: when labour is divorced from its purpose, it becomes a performance rather than a pursuit. This echoes themes from existentialist philosophy, particularly in the works of Albert Camus. In The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus describes the eternal futility of rolling a boulder up a hill, only for it to roll back down. For Camus, the absurd arises when human effort encounters an indifferent or meaningless reality—a metaphor that aptly captures the essence of purposeless work.
The Moral Degradation of Work
Work was once seen as a moral endeavour, the foundation of individual dignity and the glue that held society together. It was not merely a means of earning one’s bread but a demonstration of one’s commitment to self-discipline, perseverance, and the common good. The rise of meaningless tasks—designed more to occupy time than to achieve anything of value—reflects a society that has lost faith in the moral significance of effort.
In societies of abundance, where survival no longer depends on grueling labour, the need to justify work has led to a peculiar paradox. We invent tasks not because they are necessary but because we are terrified of admitting that much of what we do is not. Yet when idleness arrives unearned, it is experienced not as liberation but as emptiness.
In its zeal to create equality, modern society has embraced the absurd practice of inventing roles and tasks solely to distribute them evenly, regardless of necessity. Entire departments exist not to achieve anything substantive but to maintain the fiction that all labour is equally valuable. This, far from elevating workers, diminishes their efforts by divorcing them from any real sense of accomplishment.
The Theft of Leisure
Perhaps the greatest casualty of this parody is leisure. In the past, leisure was understood as a sacred realm, a time for reflection, creativity, and genuine freedom. Today, leisure is invaded by the ethos of work, reduced to another form of labor. "Mandatory fun" days, HR-organized activities, and the constant connectivity of smartphones and email blur the line between rest and toil. Leisure is no longer an escape from work but an extension of it, colonized by the same empty rituals that dominate the office.
Josef Pieper, in his meditations on leisure, argued that true leisure is not merely the absence of work but a state of being in which one is free to engage with the deeper truths of existence. When work invades leisure, it not only diminishes the individual’s capacity for rest and renewal but also undermines the seriousness of work itself. If everything is work, then nothing truly matters.
Purposeful work demands clarity of intent, while true leisure requires freedom from obligation. Today, however, leisure has been reduced to passive consumption: endless scrolling, mindless binge-watching, or the faux-activity of "relaxing" apps. Even our downtime is subject to the logic of productivity, leaving no space for the genuine rejuvenation of the human spirit. We have not only lost leisure but forgotten what it means. The task before us is not easy. It requires a cultural shift, a recognition that the dignity of work lies not in its performance but in its purpose, and that the value of leisure is in its freedom, not its productivity. Only by restoring these distinctions can we escape the absurdity that has come to define so much of modern life.
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