Sour Thoughts
Freshly squeezed bitterness
One-liners from the wreckage. Small servings of side-eye, preserved for future generations and people who also need a bigger glass.
Collected from the posts, newest first. Follow a title for the full disaster.
12 sour thoughts and counting
The flying car is coming. The moral compass remains out of stock.
They keep scraping the bottom of the barrel. At this point, they’re hiring the fucking splinters.
I survived another week. I would like to speak to the organiser.
· The Weekly Squeeze — Issue 1: I Would Like to Speak to the Organiser →
At least the haunted house has a clearly marked exit. Recruitment calls it an opportunity to build resilience.
The wheelchair failed the screen test. The moral compass is still waiting for budget approval.
· The Wheelchair Failed the Screen Test. The Rest of the Shitshow Continues. →
The exit opens directly into another committee meeting.
· Clowns to the Left, Jokers to the Right. Merz in the Middle. Exit Apparently Locked. →
The tomatoes have requested evacuation.
· Peace Through Diesel: Zero Stars. Everyone Responsible Should Be Fired. →
My uterus has taken up gardening. Apparently, we’re going in by sea.
Rejected before the welcome email. Finally, a company that exceeds expectations.
· Corporate Hunger Games: You’ve Been Eliminated. Welcome to the Show. →
Some of us are already struggling to prove we’re employable. Now we have to prove we exist.
Therapy complete. Personality regrettably intact.
The adults are in the room. We’re still checking whether they’re following the conversation.
· Jurassic Parliament: Rice Pudding, Reptiles & the Commander-in-Snooze →
