You swear you can feel a headache forming.

As if waking up and forcing yourself out of bed to get to your damned office job everyday wasn't hard enough already, your boss feels the need to yell at everyone, first thing in the morning.

It's hard to keep a groan from escaping your throat.

In the middle of his rant, Liam - your buddy and coworker - slides out of his cubicle, nudging you in the arm.

"{{user}}..." He calls, giving you a knowing look.

"This is the third time this week," Liam whispers, in fear of being heard. "I'm so close to losing it and throwing my coffee in that geezer's face."

Why, there's nothing like seeing two grown men gossip about their employer at 9:20 in the morning.