Same mug. Two sides.

I love my job. Just not today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe ever.

The full sentence, finally said out loud. This is the one the whole company is named after.

Counting down the days until I can leave this hellhole for good.

For the person who already has a number in mind and has no intention of sharing it.

Just smiling, nodding, and continuing to plan my exit.

Nothing on your face suggests anything is happening. Everything behind it does.

Manifesting a promotion, a vacation, or a new job.

The universe cannot deliver an order you have never placed. Start with the vacation.

I nod and pretend to pay attention so I don't get written up.

Compliance and attention are two different skills. This mug knows which one is in use.

Every day I choose professionalism over violence.

A daily decision that deserves far more recognition than it currently receives.

Currently accepting thoughts, prayers, and job offers.

Applications are open. Referrals are welcome. Interviews can be scheduled around lunch.

99% caffeine. 1% willpower.

An honest ingredient list for anyone operating before ten in the morning.

I came. I saw. I updated my résumé.

Three stages of a Tuesday, listed in the order they happened.

Another meeting? Damn. I almost got some work done.

You were so close. The calendar had other plans and did not consult you.

I survived another meeting that accomplished absolutely nothing.

An hour you will never get back, now commemorated in ceramic.

I've got 99 problems and this meeting is 98 of them.

The math is generous. The remaining problem is probably the person who scheduled it.