#cubicleposting

If you accidentally send an email to the whole company they loose a Warren of foxes to bite your dick off and a large British man astride a skeletal horse charges through the brush to shoot you. Idk what his job title is but they call him the job hunter

My old coworker from the lower planes invited me for me for a coffee chat by clawing the soul from my body and dragging it down to the benthic pits between the Third Ring and the Starbucks on Dunsmuir street

Blowjob? Footjob? Handjob? It’s clear. The root of all desire is Job

Being asked to sit in on a meeting but not participate is worse than being cucked

I overheard my boss doing cross-functional agile sprint planning about drawing and quartering me

Was automatically signed up for a mandatory work semenar and I’m really hoping someone made a typo