Coming back from a weekend with a drinking holiday is always brutal. Sure, there was a time when St. Patricks day had nothing to do with pinching people, wearing green, or drinking your weight in dip-dyed beers, but that was back when people didn't have to clock in to work on Monday mornings at 8AM. However, some of us have been spiraling in that hungover, Monday-morning moody attitude for decades, wondering when our bonuses are coming and calculating how many more years we have to work until

What is time?

Being a corporate suit is like being a hamster in a cage. Your life is pretty plushy, but at the end of the day, all you do is run around on that little wheel of yours, while you mindlessly imagine what it's like in the real outdoors. The corporate cage turns nepo babies, rich folks, and country club members into feral wolves, while it turns the rest of us into handsome blonde rodents with a 2 year life span . Hang in there, Hamtaro, the wheel will keep spinning even when you stop running, so p…

Hey Siri, how do you say, "I quit my job, I have no money, please don't rob me" in Spanish?

It seems like every time you clock in a little piece of you gets eaten away. Work has that effect on people, especially in the corporate world. Just because you “spice up” your cubicle with pictures of tropical vacations doesn't mean you're any closer to getting that week-long PTO request approved. And just because you do excellent work in your department doesn't mean you're going to get that raise– in fact, your boss will probably just give you more work to do as a reward for your success. If…

Commuting to work must be the biggest waste of time known to man. You sit in traffic on the freeway for 45 minutes with a stale drive through coffee in your hand, meetings to panic about, and road rage in your heart . Now imagine if your office was only 10 steps away from your bedroom? 20 steps away from your kitchen and fully stocked cupboard? Not only do you have full access to all of the luxuries of home (snacks, good coffee, comfortable pants, and your pets), but your "commute" takes about…

Your day can easily be broken up into thirds: ⅓ of your day is spent sleeping, ⅓ of your day is spent running errands and keeping your life on track, and the last ⅓ of your blasted life, is spent creating spreadsheets for a nepo baby CEO who needs constant handholding to get through the workweek and is paid 10x your salary. We don't like those numbers, but the numbers don't lie. That last ⅓ of your life is sucking 100% of your energy and costing you your rapidly aging complexion. If you're Goog…

Everyone hates scams, in all their ugly forms, and that includes those pesky spam phone calls from ‘unknown’ numbers that provide that all too familiar shady feeling in your stomach. Sometimes curiosity might get the better of you, so you pick up, and hear that convincing tone saying, ‘Can you hear me?’. After which you reply, ‘Yes’, they immediately launch into their race of a conversation.

I'm a freak in the Excel Sheets

Yikes...

Just make sure you always have your mic and camera off during a Zoom call

Going to work is undoubtedly the lamest necessary evil in our lives. Not only are you wasting 8 precious hours each day, but you're lining the pockets of some nepo-baby CEO who's only ever worked on his yacht racing 'career' and assembling his Burning Man looks. While your boss may have never worked a day in their life, you're all too familiar with the creaking sounds of the freeway when it's commuter traffic time, that feeling when you skip breakfast because you're running late to the office,…

Ew, ew, and more ew

Yes, yes I did.

The three day weekend has me feeling rested, rejuvenated, and it inspired a new-found hatred for my job

Why is this me