Wednesday Blues: Phase 6, where the existential dread of hump-day is palpable. A day where the coffee machine is on the fritz, and the fluorescent lights seem to be mocking you.
But fear not, dear reader, for we have a special report from our intrepid correspondent, Bob the Intern, who has braved the depths of Phase 6 to bring you the latest news:
"I trudged through the office, a zombie-like automaton, fueled by the faint glow of my phone screen and the faint hope of a decent lunch break. And then, I saw it. The Phase 6 Coffee Machine. A behemoth of bitter brews and despair."