Having a 'job' and commuting actually made me wonder about the meaning of life, because working for someone (in a fugly grey building) and standing in a traffic

Having a 'job' and commuting actually made me wonder about the meaning of life, because working for someone (in a fugly grey building) and standing in a traffic jam or in a stinking subway is not really my idea of meaningful. Or, in other words, it differs from one person to the other.