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 travel mug. It’s a portable countdown clock. Keeps your coffee hot, your water cold, and your sanity barely intact until the finish line.

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