“Let’s be real — your job isn’t ‘freedom’… it’s parole with a paycheck.” You clock in, clock out, and share those little victories with friends, bragging about your ‘benefits’ like free coffee and casual Fridays. But here’s a wake-up call: even prison gives you three meals a day and free healthcare, too. The real kicker? At least in prison, you get a release date. Meanwhile, your workplace just keeps pushing the retirement age further away, like moving the finish line while you’re barely crawling toward it. You tell your buddies about those ‘exciting’ projects and looming deadlines, but deep down, we all know it’s just another day in the relentless grind. The treadmill keeps running, and the only applause you hear is the familiar click-clack of your keyboard. So yeah… keep calling it a career. I call it a life sentence with direct deposit. Remember, the next time you catch yourself grumbling about your job, just think: at least in prison, the food might be better—and there’s an end in sight!