Listen, I’m not above the ‘sleeping under an abandoned cubicle’ play. I’ve done it before, I’ve recommended it to co-workers, and sleeping on top of paper clips and the crumbs from Debbie’s Lean Cuisine is a small price to pay for some mid-day shut eye.
As tax-paying Americans, we deserve a little post-lunch naps. We wonder why our economy is in the shitter when the American people have trained themselves to sleep with their eyes open while looking at an idle Excel spreadsheet from the hours of 2-4 pm.
Not sure if you bros have heard of a small mom and pop company called GOOGLE, but they have nap pods, and look what they’ve achieved–they can finish the name of the pornstar I’m searching for with barely a clue (‘T’ = Oh, this degenerate is searching for ‘Tori Black’ again). Amazing.
As adamantly as I hold the torch for mid-work naps, there are some spots where I simply have to draw the line. Where the tiny shred of dignity I have disallows me from plopping down for some R&R. Like pretty much everywhere this restuarant/bar boss decides to pass out.
Take a look at the brilliant/pathetic/hilarious collection of photos taken by his staff. What a leader.
After a second look at these pics, I’m actually almost positive this dude’s dead and his staff is just fucking around. Hilarious either way.