Laboricide

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Killing someone with work so much they’re too tired to pee properly. Like a boss who thinks you’re made of coffee and regret.

My boss said I had to work 12 hours straight. I didn’t even have time to text my mom.

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home so zonked I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a pizza box on my head.

My coworker got Laboricide so bad he started talking to the printer like it was his ex.

Getting so overworked you’re like a cooked noodle. You’re barely alive and just want to die in peace.

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and my dog ran away because I was too tired to feed him.

My coworker got Laboricide and started crying at the coffee machine. It was sad.

I got Laboricide so bad I forgot my own name. I told my boss I was going to be a ghost for the rest of my life.

When you’re worked to death, literally. You’re too dead to even think about life outside of work.

My coworker got Laboricide so bad he died in the office. The boss just said, 'He was a good employee. He’ll be missed.'

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and I didn’t even remember my own birthday.

My friend got Laboricide and started talking to the ceiling. He said it was the only one who listened.

You get worked to death so much you’re like a zombie who just wants to eat brains and take a nap.

My boss gave me Laboricide. I was so tired I started eating my own hair.

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and my cat ran away because I was too tired to pet him.

My coworker got Laboricide so bad he started talking to the fridge. He said it had the best advice.

Getting killed by work so much you’re like a broken toaster. You’re just going to smoke and die.

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and my mom asked if I was alive. I said, 'I’m just a ghost now.'

My coworker got Laboricide so bad he started smoking at his desk. The boss said he was a 'smoking legend.'

I got Laboricide so bad I started talking to my coffee. It was the only one who listened.

When you’re worked to death so much your brain is like a melted ice cream cone. You can’t think straight and you’re just sad.

I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and I couldn’t even remember my own name. My dog didn’t recognize me.

My coworker got Laboricide so bad he started crying at the printer. It was a real office drama.

I got Laboricide so bad I started talking to my boss like he was my therapist.