Workivorce

Self explanatory, really. Getting a divorce from the stuffy, smelly wokeplace that reeks of sweat and old cheese, your vanilla manager and your scummy colleagues. Most importantly, leaving behind the shitty outdated systems from the 90s' that leaves your mind more numb than a frozen ballsack. However, one exception to this act is the fact that you must win multiple gazillions in the lottery to actually feel deserving, liberated and be able to afford to breathe.

a legitimate reason to do a U-turn and go home before your shift even starts is because you've decided to go through with a workivorce.

after filing for a workivorce, my bank account is looking dry... hopefully the lottery gods will answer my prayers...