Lol I get that. But I mentiined it more in it's niche Kitchen context. It happens to dishwashers, which is the only entry point to a kitchen and by far the hardest job in it.
It happens, usually, when the second rush comes. When the first one came, you were already fucking tired, so you used that last 100 meters sprint force to plough through the neverending stream of pleates and pots and buckets and shit suddenly coming at you for an hour. You barely make it, but you make it.
Then there's a lul. Maybe you even sneak a ciggarette which you smoke in devastated relief. Then you work some more and it happens. A wave of customers had come in an hour before to eat before the place closes. As the new even bigger wave of dishes comes in, and usual unexplainable plastic apparati, the cooks are closing their stations and sending their shit to wash.
The bins pile up well beyond your station's capacity to hold them, into the cooking area. You start, one liad, two loads, carry some clean things to their spot, dry what comes out, are getting burned by steam and cut by random metal even more, try to always keep the machine running, the line of dirty shit has misteriously doubled in size. You are well beyond the point of fatigue 99% of humans know. And suddenly you can no lomger cope. You understand the relentless enormity of the situation, which you are stuck in. Soul crush. The mind logs off and panic sets in.
The weak crumble and operate at schoolboy level, the busboys effectively taking over and hating you. The strong still only barely manage to carry on with much aid, but they wrestle their minds back into their brains and deal.
That's soul crush.
It happens climbing mountains too.