haikubicle
A cursed poem written in the office. It’s about stress, bad decisions, and the fact that your boss doesn’t know what a haiku is.
Stress is high. Decisions are bad. Boss doesn’t know what a haiku is.
Coffee is my only friend. My boss is my enemy. My life is a haikubicle.
I write this in pain. My boss reads it in shame. My coworkers laugh.