The root of this phenomenon is cultural, but in no small part it is perpetuated by the sheer number of hours that a job consumes. It crowds everything else out and both dichotomizes and quantizes the schedule: “weekday” vs. “weekend”, “work time” vs. “personal time”. Loving something that decimates one’s productive time so severely, or ascribing a disproportionately high level of importance to it, is an example of what Nietzsche termed “slave morality”. Doing so because one needs to fill time and has “nothing to do” when one isn’t working is even worse: it’s the behavior of the Last Man.

There’s little time to do anything beyond the job at that point. Choose carefully.