Corporations want to ultimately fire you, whether you like your job or not. Their entire purpose is to create and squeeze the efficiencies out of you until you drop dead or are no longer needed.
It hops out. It stretches. It shakes the plaster dust from its fur. Then it struts slowly away from the wall, as if getting trapped there all week was exactly what it had planned. It looks at me disdainfully, like, “Nice hammer, dork.”