What if the apocalypse was just a bad day at the office, with meetings that never end and a boss who's always on your case? Or what if it was a never-ending loop of elevator music and fluorescent lighting that makes your skin crawl?
Or maybe it's just a case of the Mondays. You know, the kind where your coffee machine's on the fritz, the Wi-Fi's down, and the coffee shop down the street is out of donuts.