Every Microsoft Teams invite you get lowers your testosterone by 1-2%

If you need ChatGPT to write an email, maybe you shouldn’t have job.

Finding a person to make eye contact with during stupid meetings is essential to survival in the workplace.

My boss told me to show initiative, so I decided to finish work early.

If you finish every sentence with “as the prophecy foretold”, your coworkers will leave you alone.

If the interviewer doesn’t think it’s cool when you pull a quarter out of his ear, the job wasn’t good enough for you anyways.

I haven’t even gone to bed yet and I already can’t wait to get home from work tomorrow.

It’s okay to love your job. Just know it doesn’t love you back.

When I get to work, I always hide first, because a good worker is always hard to find.

“Grey’s Anatomy” but it’s told entirely through the lens of the hospital’s HR department.

There should be sympathy cards for having to go back to work after a vacation.

I bring a very “are you going to eat your pickle” vibe to lunch meetings.

Whoever came up with a 30 minute lunch break needs a 30 minute beating.

Needlenose in HR says we can’t use nicknames anymore.

Job applications be like “how did you hear about us?”. Bro why, was it a secret?

Good morning, may your coffee be strong and your boss not weird today.

Adding “but that’s just me” after giving the absolute worst advice to a coworker.

Pretending I’m asleep so my boss has to carry me to the meeting.

People should be allowed to leave work early if they want to go see a movie.

You should be able to call in sad to work.

I had to quit my job because people kept falling in love with me there.

Got fired from my job at the zoo because I kept trying to wax the turtles.

I don’t wanna brag, but I’ve been told I’m micro-management material.

Text a co-worker at a random time “are you joining this meeting?” as a fun holiday prank.

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

I hope this email finds you in a well.

“Hope this email finds you doing well!” The email found me, therefore I am unwell.

Whispering to paramedic before I pass out: save me, but not enough that I have to go to work tomorrow.

Telling my boss I wasn’t drunk really backfired. I probably should have waited until he asked.

At some point, my colleagues will manage to get me my own true crime documentary on Netflix.