F.T.S.J.
A job so bad it makes you wish you were a ghost haunting an empty office.
F. T. S. J. I’ve been working so long I don’t even remember my own name.
F. T. S. J. My job is like being stuck in a never-ending movie with no popcorn.
F. T. S. J. I’m so tired I could sleep through a nuclear explosion.