Friday… the view from the top: full of hope, full of light.
Saturday… the sweet release: arms wide, the plunge feels like freedom.
Sunday… the inevitable splat: the crash you knew was coming.
Monday… the cruel joke: you survived. Broken, but alive. Time to climb again.

A journal for the cycle — where every note, meeting recap, or doodle feels like another page in corporate purgatory. Sturdy matte hardcover, pages of despair, and just enough irony to get you through.

Write, plot, or vent. Because if you can’t escape the cliff, at least you can document the fall.

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