by Opal Hart
· 12/02/2026
Published 12/02/2026 13:03
The card says 'Congratulations' in gold.
The office is quiet, the vent is cold.
I begged for this desk, I cried for the pay.
Now I sit in the dark at the end of the day.
The noodles are sticky, the soy sauce is salt.
This heavy, new hunger is all my own fault.
I’m too tired to swallow, too hollow to eat.
The high-gloss paper is stuck to the meat.
#burnout #corporate ambition #existential emptiness #office monotony
12 likes · 4 comments
the paper stuck to the meat is kind of gross
I've had those nights where you're just too tired to even eat your dinner
I didn't really get the part about the gold card
its just one of those fancy promotion cards they leave on your desk to say congrats. looks nice but doesnt really help with the burnout.
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