Have you ever snoozed your alarm for the 40th time and wondered if your job is really worth getting up today? If you're -once again- willing to sacrifice your career for a few extra moments of sleep, you might have a permanent case of the Mondays.

Not only have you not properly rested in 5 years, but even with your 75% tips on the iPad, you can barely make rent this month… again. So far, being a server has only trapped you in a lifestyle of fatigue and chasing your own bills with irregular cash flow, swollen ankles, and a ferocious Karen biting at your heels all the time.

It's funny because it's true.

There's nothing like sitting back with a fresh cup of coffee in a soft, comfy chair as the warmth of the morning sun soaks into your skin. Basking in its scarlet radiance, you contemplate the ensuing day and where, on which paths, it might take you. Of course, most of us replace this idyllic morning routine with the instant gratification of doom scrolling social media… in a still dark room, immersed in the white light of a phone screen, our brains hooked into the dopamine stream before we're ev…

When you were hired and they said you had a competitive salary, what they really meant was that your salary was always going to be competing with your bills. With inflation up like this and eggs costing a much as a gallon of gas, how many of us have asked for a raise in the last 3 months?

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

Millennials are just so entitled

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

I want to go home

Not many people today can say that they love their job. Maybe a handful, at most. Toxic environments, terrible bosses, and irritating coworkers are at large, and it only takes one word to get your eyes rolling and your foot halfway out through the door — and that word is 'work'. Don't get me wrong, I like to work. It's better than sitting at home anyway. I just don't like the conditions or expectations that come with it. I salute those of you who work in customer service, for that is truly the…

Ahh, it's Monday morning again. Your coffee is weak, the train was delayed, and you already have 186 unread emails in your inbox– it's gonna be a rough week. But where did the weekend go? Two days of leisure were simply consumed by errands that you had no time for during the week, weren't you supposed to relax at some point? Once again, Saturday morning leaked into Sunday night and now you're trapped in the corporate hellscape known as the Sunday Scaries. It's that feeling you get on Sunday eve…

Nothing stings like the pain of looking at your schedule for next week and seeing a Saturday-Sunday 'CLOPEN'

2023 has taught us that most people actually have no interest in self-improvement. In fact, if you've been guzzling disgusting green juice every morning, your muscles ache from pushups you did that one time, and you're getting really tired of dry January, you might have been a little overzealous with your New Year's Resolutions this year. Maybe it was the Christmas eggnog talking, but for some reason, in December, you thought you could change your life habits overnight just by saying that you w…

To 2023: We hope Karen gets fired.

If you grew up in a household where your father figure was a manly man's man, you're probably aware that there is a lot of responsibility and honor tied to the duties of the flashlight holder. Even as an 8 year old , it's crystal clear that when you're holding the flashlight for your dad's tinkerings, your job is to be perfectly still, point it the right way, and say "mmmhmm" every few seconds like you actually know what a monkey wrench does. That's just one of those classic Dadisms that define…

Look, it's not like we want to see ourselves in these memes, but we just do!