Does anyone know the password to my work computer? Or how to do my job?

Apparently, everyone on the Zoom calls outside my office finds my singing distracting.

I ordered a new umbrella on Amazon and had it delivered straight to the lost and found office to maximize efficiency.

Workplace Wrapped: you had 60k minutes of meetings this year that could’ve been an email.

It’s not ‘drinking alone’ if you’re at work.

December. The month at work where everything is January’s problem.

This Monday could have been an email.

So many spreadsheets and not once did I feel excelled.

You can’t have a bad day at work if you don’t go.

“AI is coming for your jobs!” I’d like to see AI get absolutely no work done and then throw their coworker under the bus as soon as their boss asks about it.

The only reason I insist on returning to the office is because my cat needs a break from me staring at him all day.

Nobody seems more shocked, disappointed and dismayed than the person behind the post office counter when I arrive and say I’ve got something to post.

The best thing about work is the coffee machine and the drive home.

There are two types of people at work: Those who work and those who have become pros at looking busy.

“AI is coming for your jobs!” I’d like to see AI send 5 emails a day and check their fantasy football line-ups on and off for 8 hours.

I hurt my bottom after shaking it at the office party. It was a twerk-place injury.

Back to work after the long holiday weekend, so you’re finally away from the relatives you don’t like, and back with the co-workers you don’t like.

Apparently it’s inappropriate to yell out “Shots, shots, shots, shots” while your child’s getting immunizations at the pediatrician’s office.

There are people who know when to reply all and when not to reply all, and none of them work at your company.

Coworker: Hey, circling back on that thing we talked about in December. Me: Stop living in the past!