I have read it, but it's time for a re-read. Most of the words I write are bullshit and do not make the world a better place and I found the book (as well as Graeber's other books) incredibly enlightening. I spend a non-zero amount of time grieving that the man cannot write more books. 'Bullshit jobs' motivates me to work as little as I can (by living frugally and recycling, reusing, repairing, DIYing everything and growing my own food). It also motivates me to be creative in my free time, to use words and other artistic expression for less idiotic stuff. Maybe one day I can make the shift to be a fully functional member of society. They are advertising a job for the maintenance of local shit treatment stations currently, and I am quite tempted to apply. If only there were part-time options for out-in-the-world jobs, my autistic ass doesn't handle full time.