Laboricide - When you’re worked to death so much your brain is like a mel

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.