It is it really like this?

I've been rather grumpy these days. Mostly because life has been more or less like this: wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again. There is that nauseating fallacy of corporate-speak of "work life balance." Let me tell you that it is pure, unadulterated shit. It is some sort of unattainable nirvana, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It's fiction. The question begs to be asked: is this what adult life is?