The Existential Crisis Edition
It's been a week since the coffee machine in the break room broke down. A week. We've tried to fix it, but our best efforts have been for naught.
This is what they mean by "the meaning of life." The futility of human existence is not just a philosophical concept, it's a daily struggle.
We're not even talking about the meaninglessness of the universe or the crushing despair that comes with it. We're talking about the meaninglessness of our morning coffee.
And that, friends, is the greatest existential crisis of them all.
But don't worry, we're working on it.
Or are we?