The Holiday Shutdown
That one week before the New Year filled with the same old shit, just in sweatpants instead of blue jeans. No alarms, no work, no rush… but somehow still just…
The Ice Age Returns
(Management's Still Full of Crap) Winter’s creeping in again...snow, ice, and the annual reminder that your life is apparently worth less than daily production numbers. Because nothing says “team player”…
Finally Friday – The Blue Collar “Long Weekend”
It’s finally Friday, and for once, you don’t have to work this weekend. That’s right—two full days off. Around here, that qualifies as a long weekend. You start planning big:…
Ten Things That Drive Us All Crazy
Some days, it’s not the job that breaks you — it’s everything orbiting around it. The little irritations. The “cost-saving initiatives” that save about 12 cents and cost everyone their…
Fall: The End of Daylight
Fall’s here, and people are creaming themselves over pumpkin spice like it’s the cure for seasonal depression. Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice candles, probably pumpkin spice hemorrhoid cream by now.…
Downsizing: Because F#@* You, That’s Why
Layoffs are back, baby. Like clockwork. Just when you thought maybe, just maybe, this year you wouldn’t have to play career Russian roulette, HR shows up with their clipboard and…
Performance Reviews: The Roast I Didn’t Ask For
So HR says performance reviews this year are based on performance and attitude. Cool. Performance? Fine. I show up, I crank out numbers that make you clowns look good, and…
Work Politics: Return of the High School Drama
You ever notice that once you finally settle into the work grind—figuring out the ins, the outs, and which bathroom stall doesn’t have a broken lock—it hits you: nothing has…
Work-Life Balance: My Ass
You bust your ass through the interview, answering their stupid “Where do you see yourself in five years?” question like you’ve actually dreamed about still working there. You’re grinning, nodding,…
Quarterly Meetings: Corporate Propaganda, Free Pens, and the Illusion of Milk
Ah, quarterly meetings. That beautiful time every three months when the suits come down from Mount Spreadsheet to tell us peasants how great we’re doing -right before reminding us how…