The meeting starts.
The screens load.
The silence stretches.
And then, the prophecy is fulfilled. Your eyes roll into the dark chasm that is the back of your skull as you hear the host say, yet again, “You’re on mute, Janice.”

It happens every time. The three words that haunt every Zoom call that should’ve been an email. The pause that kills you a little inside. The ritual sacrifice of five collective minutes we’ll never get back.

This isn’t just a travel mug. It’s survival gear for the daily grind. Keeps your coffee hot, your water cold, and your soul caffeinated through endless meetings. Carry it to work, to Zoom marathons, or gift it to Janice — she’ll unmute eventually.

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