I need one of those jobs they have in sitcoms, where it pays my rent but interferes with exactly zero of my social plans or situations.

I let my cat smell every wine I drink so she can get a job as a sommelier and help pay my rent.

Just got sacked from my job at a think tank for thinking about donuts.

I was walking near a construction site today and heard the foreman yell, β€œYou’re doing a good job!” I know that was meant for me.

Please don’t ask me about my dream job. I would never work in my dreams.

Applying for jobs feels like auditioning to be enthusiastic about a blind date you haven’t even met yet.

Applying for jobs sometimes is wild, like how am I supposed to be passionate about a company I don’t even work for yet?

Sometimes the best thing about my job is that my chair turns.

Interviewer: Can I get you anything? Me: Yeah, a job!

Whenever I feel like I hate my job, I remind myself that I could be a food taster for the emperor.

I’m done with dating sites and am now only focusing on food delivery people. They have a job, a car, and most importantly food.

I’m not sure what everyone at my coworking space does for work, but I’m pretty sure one guy’s job is chewing.

If a company’s hiring sign says, β€œCome grow with us,” you’re about to do the job of 3-5 people.

AI is trained on what we write, so if we want to save our jobs we should all write really badly for a while. I’ve been doing my bit for years.

My co-workers found out when my birthday is so now I need to find a new job.

Mayor of a small town is such a wild job. It’s like being the president of a country where you went to high school with the whole population.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am at work.

Britney Spears working at an ice-cream shop called ‘Scoops, I did it again.’

I could never work in an aquarium. I would have a penguin under my shirt at the end of the shift.

Might quit my job to focus on actually putting away my laundry.