Cycle of Sorrow

I hate this new job,
My soul, it's trying to rob,
The building is curved,
Leaving me unnerved,
I can't see the exits,
Making hours out of minutes,
I feel lost, I don't see where the halls go,
Even though I've been down that way, and I know.
I speak little Spanish,
I'm trying to learn, but my focus does vanish,
I'm left too tired to absorb more than a quarter of info,
I don't know where in life to go.
I have a question,
To maybe help ease my tension,
And my current situational depression,
Will it always be,
What I do see?
Wake up, be too exhausted to do anything,
Go to work, run around, do everything,
Come home, crash on the bed,
Then wake up with a throbbing head,
As my soul decays,
And do it all again for the rest of my days?