Laboricide
Getting so overworked you’re like a cooked noodle. You’re barely alive and just want to die in peace.
I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and my dog ran away because I was too tired to feed him.
My coworker got Laboricide and started crying at the coffee machine. It was sad.
I got Laboricide so bad I forgot my own name. I told my boss I was going to be a ghost for the rest of my life.