Laboricide
When you’re worked to death, literally. You’re too dead to even think about life outside of work.
My coworker got Laboricide so bad he died in the office. The boss just said, 'He was a good employee. He’ll be missed.'
I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and I didn’t even remember my own birthday.
My friend got Laboricide and started talking to the ceiling. He said it was the only one who listened.
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