Once upon a time, “professionalism” meant keeping a respectful 10-foot emotional radius from Jan in Accounting. Now? People are posting TikToks like their office crush is a Hallmark subplot and HR’s the final boss.
Let’s be real—I didn’t clock in to build lifelong bonds over crusty K-cups and flickering fluorescent lights. I showed up for one thing: direct freakin’ deposit. If I can make it through a “how was your weekend?” chat without internally Googling how to fake a power outage, that’s already too friendly.
Newsflash: your cubicle isn’t a lifestyle brand. It’s not “Bestie Central.”
It’s capitalism with badge access—so maybe tone down the TikToks and just pass the damn stapler.
You Can’t make this Shit up!
Written By:
William Thomas
This isn’t rage—it’s truth with the volume turned up.
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