I am not oppressed. My work does not depress me. But the key point of TFA (and Seneca's letter that inspired it) is that the details matter less than you think: the "oppression" of the Box of Daily Reality comes more from the way you think about it rather than its actual contents.
There are plenty of days when I reflect on how it was just another day, same old same old, completely predictable. Granted, I don't have to put up with the BS of a regular job, which eliminates one aspect of the Box of Daily Reality for me. But then again, I work (mostly alone) from home, and so my days involve very little physical interaction with anyone. Equivalent to the suffering of slave labor? Probably not, but just a different element of my particular Box of Daily Experience.
There are plenty of days when I reflect on how it was just another day, same old same old, completely predictable. Granted, I don't have to put up with the BS of a regular job, which eliminates one aspect of the Box of Daily Reality for me. But then again, I work (mostly alone) from home, and so my days involve very little physical interaction with anyone. Equivalent to the suffering of slave labor? Probably not, but just a different element of my particular Box of Daily Experience.