There's a type of 'getting off work' that isn't really getting off work, it's just moving your 'flash drive' to another location

Woke up at 5 AM sharp, just like always, thanks to my biological clock. Today, the bus was surprisingly quiet! All the grandmas and aunties on board were staring down, silent. Looks like yesterday morning's 'Bus Seat Review Meeting' was quite effective and hit all the key points, as everyone entered a period of deep contemplation today. I thought this was a great start, but then the morning directly led into a 'two-person pressure date' with the boss. I spent the entire day in a staring contest with my boss in the office. Finally, when quitting time came, I thought I had finally cleared the level — But then... with a 'flash drive' full of files tucked in my pocket, I silently followed myself home. This isn't clearing a level, is it? This is just moving the battlefield from the company to my home study! (Crying) To escape the pressure that had been building all day, I chose to walk home. But when I looked up, under the scorching sun, I almost got roasted after walking for less than ten minutes... If I keep walking like this, I'm really going to evolve into 'Dark (Black) Uncle'! Today's realization: A flash drive is a corporate slave's curse, the sun is heaven's fiery trial, and getting off work just means changing locations to be a slave! Social death index: 60% (Walking and wiping sweat under the blazing sun, tightly gripping a flash drive, looking like a down-on-his-luck secret agent) Soul-searching question: When you see a flash drive in your pocket (or work group messages) after getting off work, how do you cope with that despair of 'quitting work in name only, but actually just changing shifts'? 💻☀️🕶️🥵😭