If aliens ever come to earth and we have to explain that many of our adult population spend a minimum of forty hours, five days a week doing a series of often pointless tasks so they can feed themselves, it’s going to quickly get confusing.

It is, frankly, quite strange how much of our lives revolve around work, but we persist with the idea of its importance nonetheless. Perhaps it gives us all a sense of purpose that we wouldn’t have otherwise, or it’s just the most convenient way of a privileged few being able to exploit the masses. Either way, millions of people out there rue the day that somebody decided that they needed to be setting their alarm early every morning. 

Working may be frequently boring, frustrating and soul-destroying, but despite all these things, at least we can still laugh about it. We’ve got to do something to distract from the ever-advancing retirement age, after all.