My coworker is an octipussen. She’s throwing paper at the printer, yelling at the computer, and trying to calm down her boss with a smile. It’s a warzone.

I’m an octipussen. I’m using my feet to press buttons, my nose to smell the coffee, and my voice to scream at my phone. I’m a monster.

My dad is an octipussen. He’s cooking breakfast, talking to his boss on the phone, and trying to stop his dog from eating my homework. He’s a superhero.