That’s not even considering the existential dread that comes with having your soul sucked into fluorescent lights and listening to the idiotic words, phrases and mannerisms of the people you’re forced to sit by.

Someone in my office always says “dut da da” as a stand-in for “et cetera” and it drives me batty. Another person has daily lung-shredding coughs and doesn’t cover their mouth. Another person screams and squeals like a pig when they’re talking on the phone.

And I get the pleasure of hearing it every single workday, every single week!

Lucky me!