There was a time when office work was slightly more of just that: work. Not because the job descriptions were all that different, but because the technology required to get the tasks done were more intensive, the hours seemed more rife with actual toil, and therefore, to some extent, more meaning.
But now that the bulk and heft of typewriters, calculators, computers and fax machines have diminished, it’s as though the hours have contracted into even more endless and unentertaining entities, impossible to be filled with by mere internet trolling–and certainly not by employing one’s hands. Physical labor, on the other hand, was a thing of office life past that lent definition and tone (both to mind–sort of–and body) now rendered null by the compact sleekness of modern technology and its ability to essentially perform your job for you.