We get it. We’re grown ups. We have to go to work every day, and we’re accepting it gracefully*
*Through constant complaining, deep sighs, and occasionally crying on our commute home.
But seriously, does working in an office have to be such a horrific, soul-destroying experience? Can’t we all just admit our misery, and stop pretending we enjoy small talk and tea rounds?
Offices are the worst. They are places of sad desk lunches and seething resentment, brightened only by those times someone falls over and we can all laugh.