Husk's Hot Take:
Most people hate their jobs, but at least they can quit. Me? Nah. My boss owns my fucking soul. Canât call out sick, canât put in my two weeks, hell, I canât even take a bathroom break without him âchecking in.â And by âchecking in,â I mean showing up out of nowhere like a smiling cryptid and asking if Iâm âenjoying myself.â
No, Alastor, Iâm not.
And listen, I get it, he owns my soul. Fine, whatever. But maybe we can renegotiate a few things? Like, I donât know, hours? Or basic respect? Or maybe a clause that says he canât hum creepy radio jingles behind me while Iâm working? Just a thought.














