Work is a place where dreams come true!
O, sorry. Stupid autocorrect! I meant Shake Shack. Shake Shack is a place where dreams come true.
Work is a place where dreams go to die. DIE. It's a psych ward and its patients have voluntarily submitted themselves for lobotomies and group therapy sessions (AKA Happy Hour). They all have straightjackets tying them to their desks and meals consist of crackers and apple juice.
If you're one of the lucky few that love your job, then congratulations. Go to Crumbs and buy yourself a cupcake with a candle- light that sucker yourself and celebrate the crap out of your happiness.
I hope you feel bloated and Walgreen's runs out of Tums. Also, why are you still reading this?!
For the rest of you, the unlucky millions who sit at a stupid cubicle in a stupid corner being yelled at by a stupid boss, here are some ways to get by.
All right. Good luck kids. If you don't like these suggestions, well, there must be some paperwork you can help someone with. Let the good times roll.