I am even more disappointed by that guy’s choice to work only 6 days a week.
I do not believe in sleep or rest.
I firmly believe that CEOs require diapers, not toilet breaks.
I used to shit myself continuously at the office, the stench was unbearable. And yet I went on, staying at my desk, asking people to come in to berate them.
I chose to be estranged by my whole family. My kids hate me. My wife despises me. My father won’t talk to me. Even my mother loathes me.
I managed all that by dedicating every second of my life to my job, so that I can die miserably any get a gravestone saying ‘lmao the shitman’s dead, rest in shit loser’.
Amateur! I haven’t stood up in so long my leg muscles have atrophied. I slowly have fused with my office chair. Obviously I never leave the building and only take 10 min micro naps as my body periodically shuts down, a weakest of my human form. I chose to occupy one entire floor of the building as my productivity lair, which has been secretly blocked off to avoid distractions. I only enter other floors when most employees are gone for the day, usually late at night. Typically to double check their work or scavenge for food.
I scare most of my coworkers, I think I’ve become something of myth? They gave me a name, I heard one scream “the Chairman is real!” as I crept up on him. He was working late that night as I creep around his cubicle wall. Anyhow I was famished, so I quickly knocked him out with a keyboard and dragged him back to my lair for a quick power lunch.
I am even more disappointed by that guy’s choice to work only 6 days a week.
I do not believe in sleep or rest.
I firmly believe that CEOs require diapers, not toilet breaks.
I used to shit myself continuously at the office, the stench was unbearable. And yet I went on, staying at my desk, asking people to come in to berate them.
I chose to be estranged by my whole family. My kids hate me. My wife despises me. My father won’t talk to me. Even my mother loathes me.
I managed all that by dedicating every second of my life to my job, so that I can die miserably any get a gravestone saying ‘lmao the shitman’s dead, rest in shit loser’.
Amateur! I haven’t stood up in so long my leg muscles have atrophied. I slowly have fused with my office chair. Obviously I never leave the building and only take 10 min micro naps as my body periodically shuts down, a weakest of my human form. I chose to occupy one entire floor of the building as my productivity lair, which has been secretly blocked off to avoid distractions. I only enter other floors when most employees are gone for the day, usually late at night. Typically to double check their work or scavenge for food.
I scare most of my coworkers, I think I’ve become something of myth? They gave me a name, I heard one scream “the Chairman is real!” as I crept up on him. He was working late that night as I creep around his cubicle wall. Anyhow I was famished, so I quickly knocked him out with a keyboard and dragged him back to my lair for a quick power lunch.
Someone is thinking about the shareholders!!!