Ugh, another day, another batch of bland, cookie-cutter, cookie-cutter, soulless, corporate drones.
Why can't you people just be more unique? More... interesting? More like ME?
I'm a villain, you know. A mastermind. A genius. A being of unparalleled taste and sophistication.
But do I get any recognition? Any adoration? Any decent coffee machine in the break room?
No. Instead, I'm stuck in this drab, beige-colored office, surrounded by the mind-numbing drone of productivity.
But don't worry, my loyal minions. I have a plan. A plan to take over the world, one bland corporate PowerPoint presentation at a time.
And when I do, I'll make sure to install a foosball table in the break room. And a decent coffee machine. And some actual art on the walls.
But until then, I'll just have to content myself with my own, personal monologue.