Is my job pointless on purpose?

Possibly, and the person best placed to judge is you.

Graeber's survey work found a large minority of people privately convinced their own job should not exist — that if it vanished overnight, nothing would deteriorate. He built the definition around that private conviction on purpose. An economist can always construct a story for why a role is efficient; the person filling in the form at four in the afternoon has better information.

What makes bullshit jobs worse than hard jobs is the moral confusion. You are paid well, treated decently, and cannot say what is wrong without sounding ungrateful. There is no villain and no grievance you could take anywhere. Graeber's explanation is managerial feudalism: hierarchies generate retinues because status attaches to having people beneath you, so positions get created and work is invented afterwards to justify them.

The claim is contested, and fairly. Self-report is not a measure of social value, and plenty of unglamorous work turns out to be load-bearing in ways nobody notices until it stops.

But the experience it names is real and was undescribed before he named it: the specific demoralisation of pretending to be busy, which is more corrosive than being genuinely overworked.