Five o’clock.
The holy grail of office life. The only metric that matters.
Your inbox is still full. Your boss is still typing. Your will to live is at 3%.

But none of it matters. Because the second hand inches closer to salvation. The daily KPI is simple: make it to quitting time.
Your reward? Escape. Brief, fleeting, and gone again by tomorrow.

This isn’t productivity. This isn’t motivation.
It’s survival.
A clock, a deadline, a finish line painted as success.

This isn’t just a mug. It’s caffeine delivery until quitting time. Sip from it as you count the minutes, or gift it to the colleague who starts every Monday by saying, “Is it Friday yet?”

It’s brutal. It’s funny. It’s painfully real.