This is you.
Think about it. You could get up, off your ass, find a new job, a better boss, a less shitty living situation, a nicer girlfriend, funner friends.
You could do any number of things to improve your life right fucking now.
But you don’t. You just lay there and keep taking the beating. The barrage of emails. The outstanding bills. The forlorn love life. The dwindling savings account.
You are this dog.