Georges Bataille has some haunting words about how the workplace is the scene of our domestication and representation: it is where we are forced to put away our Dionysianism. The crazy sex from the night before is as if forgotten; the drunken marital argument of the weekend is erased; the antic children have disappeared; all the passionate music of life is turned off, and a false bourgeois order clothes you, with the sack and quick penury waiting if you don’t obey.