Sing it, vending machine.

I'm guessing someone posted this sign on the vending machine halfway through the day on a Wednesday. Maybe around, oh, 3pm or so. It's the weekday doldrums, when the hours upon hours of thankless toiling start to catch up with you, whether you're sitting through another meeting about maximizing efficiency or dispensing KitKats to dead-eyed patrons. D4. C7. It's all the same to you now. You're going through the motions, but you feel nothing. 

(by Shira Rachel Danan)

Sources: redditor FinalSay