Turns out that ending meetings with โ€œhave the day you deserveโ€ has made me some enemies at work.

My boss just left which means I have finished all of my work for the day.

Eight times a day, I ask myself which object in the office will hurt me enough so that I can go home, but at the same time won’t hurt too much.

Most meetings end with the conclusion that everything needs to be discussed in another meeting.

If you’re just talking nonsense all the time and not thinking about what you’re doing, you’re either in love or at the office.

Anyone who thinks office jobs are harmless has never cut their finger on paper.

Every morning when that damn alarm clock goes off, I just feel it so much: A million-dollar inheritance suits me much better than an office job.

Show me in the employee handbook where it says I canโ€™t make weird noises in my cubicle.

That pen in the junk drawer that hasnโ€™t been used in four years picked today to have an attitude.

Not much is worse than that feeling of going back to work after a lunch, or a vacation, or just going to work in general.

My keyboard must be broken, I keep hitting the escape key, but I’m still at work.

Itโ€™s funny how when youโ€™re at work, โ€œGo to hellโ€ comes out as โ€œNo problem.โ€

Stay an extra hour in the office and no one cares. Arrive a few minutes late and everyone loses their minds.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

I hate when I lose things at work, like pens, papers, sanity and dreams.

Just a reminder that youโ€™re not allowed to hit your coworkers. Even if theyโ€™re stupid. I asked. Twice.

Apparently โ€œew noโ€ is not an acceptable way to tell my boss I donโ€™t want more responsibility at work.