You know you've been here before.
You have clear memories of this place: the sisyphean sameness of nerve-wrecking unpredictability, the nightmare-textured unblinking monitoring of everything you do and fail to do, the subtle cognitive anti-ergonomics of blind, compulsive optimization, the sickening pointlessness of it all. But at least it feels new. The feeling of novelty makes it tolerable. Perhaps. For a little while.
Mentally praying to the gods of cheap hardware that the magnetic induction band around your head will continue modulating the right parts of your brain to keep you away from the monthly decimation of workplace-related suicide, you begin your work day for the first time yet again.