What if it isn't supposed to have a point?
Albert Camus
Camus's position is not that life is meaningless. It is that you want meaning and the universe does not supply any, and is the collision between those two facts.
The distinction matters. The absurd is a relationship, not a property of the world. Remove your demand for meaning and it vanishes; remove the silence and it vanishes. It exists in the gap, which is where you live.
What he refuses is the escape. Deciding the work must secretly matter, that it is building toward something, that there is a plan — Camus calls that , because it resolves the tension by killing one side of it. He aimed the charge at religion and at Marxist historical destiny equally, and it lands just as squarely on the modern insistence that your job be part of a story.
Applied to Monday, this is more bracing than bleak. If work does not have to mean anything, it does not have to bear the weight you have been putting on it. The disappointment you feel at four in the afternoon is the sound of an expectation, and the expectation was optional.
What he puts in its place is : continuing without appeal, refusing both despair and consolation. Which raises the obvious question of whether you can actually live there.