These pages are from one of those “thick greetings card” books. I spotted this one in a shop while out on a walk the other day.
Doesn’t it precisely represent the kind of weak-ass, not-quite-gallows humour found in offices?
As a humorist and Escapologist, here’s what I read in this two-page spread:
Escape is impossible. Creative thought is ridiculous. Metaphor is pretension. The past is lost. Even our own feeble, institutional attempts at improvement — “going on a course” — are futile.
Also note the aesthetically-pukesome hyphenation of “wellbeing” used almost exclusively by management.
Yuck. Happy Monday.