Stalag 13

The nickname of my workplace.
A truly soul destroying environment coupled with a mind numbingly monotonous workday is not conducive to productivity, happiness or original thought. It saps my lifeforce daily.
There are so many other things I could do. My mind contains a myriad of creative ideas that could transform my life instantly from working to live, to, living to work.

Why, given this type of motivation to go, am I still there?

I am a P.O.W.
Prisoner of work.