Call it working inside the weather
Call it working inside the weather. Whatever the mood of the place is, you are in it rather than beside it, all day. Pluto in Cancer in the 6th house puts emotional survival into daily work and the body, so the atmosphere of a workplace decides how the day actually goes for you.
Read the Cancer half as the water everybody in your birth years was swimming in, since Pluto crosses a sign over decades and marks the whole span alike. Your own address in it is the 6th house, decided by your birth time. That is why the sensitivity lands on routine and the body rather than on your home: the working day is where you feel other people's states most directly.
What people at work come to rely on
They rely on you noticing. Who is struggling, what is about to become a problem, which two colleagues have stopped speaking to each other: you register all of it early and generally act on it quietly, without announcing that anything was done. It keeps teams functioning through periods that would otherwise fracture them, and it appears in nobody's account of your performance, including your own.
What came before the caretaking
At home when you were young, keeping the atmosphere manageable was a job somebody had to do, and it fell to you before anybody asked. The role travelled with you into every workplace since. It is worth knowing that this is a transferred arrangement rather than a professional duty, because it is being carried out for free.
Where the routine jams
You cannot work well in a hostile room, and you will stay in one for years rather than cause a disturbance by leaving. The tell is that your standard of work drops before you admit anything is wrong. Track the quality of your output as information about the environment, since it reports on the room long before you allow yourself to.
Working in bad weather without taking it home
The skill worth building is separating what is yours from what is in the room, and it is a practice rather than a decision. Name the source at the time, even silently, and give the day a physical end that marks the transition. Without both, the atmosphere follows you out of the building every evening.
Everybody else eats before you do
Across a working day you check that the others have had something and reach six in the evening having eaten almost nothing yourself, and this has been happening for years without ever being decided. The pattern is not discipline, it is the order you put people in. Eat first, once a week, before anybody else is served, and treat the discomfort of doing so as the actual information.
The job you stay in because they need you
You have remained in a role well past its usefulness because leaving would mean letting down specific people whose faces you can picture. That is loyalty rather than inertia and it is still costing you a decade. Ask what would actually happen to them if you gave notice, in concrete terms, since the imagined consequence is invariably larger than the real one.
The kind of day you can actually live in
What determines whether your life is bearable is not the size of the job, it is the temperature of the ordinary day: who you sit near, whether the room is kind, whether you can breathe in it. That is a legitimate criterion and it has never been on your list when choosing work. Put it on the list.
The colleague you have carried for years
There is one person at work whose situation you have been quietly managing around for a long time: covering, smoothing, absorbing the difficulty so that nobody else has to. Neither of you has ever named the arrangement. Say one honest sentence about it to them, because an unnamed rescue eventually turns into resentment on one side and dependence on the other.
Your week is arranged around somebody else
The shape of your ordinary days, when you leave, what you can commit to, is decided by a relative's needs rather than by your own, and the arrangement was never formally agreed to. It simply settled. Write down what your week would look like without it, once, not as a plan but as information, since you have genuinely lost sight of what you would choose.