Monday Morning Mayhem: Ominous Signs from the Sky

As the sun rises over the desolate wasteland of Monday morning, the skies reveal ominous signs that signal the start of another grueling day.

Dark clouds gather, their anvil-shaped thunderheads threatening to unleash a deluge of productivity and meetings.

The wind whispers secrets of the Prophets of the Apocalypse, their whispered warnings of impending doom and gloom echoing through the empty halls of the office.

It is said that on this fateful morning, the coffee machine will dispense only lukewarm water, a dire omen that foretells a day of endless PowerPoint presentations and pointless discussions.

But fear not, mortal, for in the face of such adversity, there exists a glimmer of hope. For in the depths of the Prophets' Office, a secret society of rebels fights against the tide of bureaucratic red tape and pointless meetings.