In hell, when you look in the mirror, an FWC stares back.

In hell, it takes your supplier at least 12 tries to get the "dd-mm-yyyy hh:mm:ss" format right in a data delivery.

^and the next week they fvck up another column.

In hell, the guy sitting at the desk opposite of you breathes heavily through his nose and on every exhale he opens his mouth and he smacks his lips and you can hear his dentures rattle.

the guy sitting next to you drums on the desk with his fingers in an erratic pattern.

In hell you sit 2 cubicles behind and to the left of the enchanting girl who obsesses over her coworkers irks while she compulsively taps her own delicate dainty foot in her pretty frustration...but she doesn't know you exist because you have no irks. :(

In hell when the Beatles song Mr. Postman comes on you change the channel

In hell, you can never get the magic back.

You can't get the magic back on earth, either. Perhaps in hell, there was never any magic, but everyone tells you there was.

In hell, people don't know it's just a metaphor.

You bet it will...FWC sees all!!! muhaaa. (I do not know what that means.) OK, BOOO! :p

In hell, even after you have both decided that you are not right for each other, she keeps texting...and you still want to "hit that".

In hell ^ that's how all babies get made.

In hell, there are no weeds or invasive plants...ummm...thinking...oh, thanks then you throw in no mosquitoes. Damn You!!! AND POISON IVY? I HAT YOU!!!!

In hell, your supplier creates a report that contains all changed records, but leaves out the new records. Because logically, a new record has not been changed yet.

In hell, everyone you work with is either autistic or vulcan, or both.

In Hell, you always lose Wordscraper to HFoxy...oh wait, I'm there :(