The office was quiet. The workday was technically over. Technically. There were still calls running late, “one last change” waiting to happen, and group chats saying what nobody would say in the meeting.

Somewhere between all that, we realised something: work gives us way too much material. The stories. The inside jokes. The things everyone’s thinking and nobody’s saying. And the oddly specific struggles that only someone with your job title would understand. So we did the professional thing.

We put them on T-shirts.