Franz Kafka was literally so pissed with all the bullshit we all deal with at work that lead to this book which perfectly encapsulates it. Everyone standing in everyone's way, thinking they know what's going on, all seeing something differently. It all seems like the end of the world, but it's all just bullshit in the end with no satisfactory conclusion in sight.

Infuriating to read, took a while for me to get to Kafka but I think he will be a favorite of mine. Glad he straight discovered his true calling in literature, despite having been so depleted by society to reach that point.