Every morning at 8:59 sharp, the sacred hum of productivity echoes across the meadow. Not from birds, not from wind – but from the mighty office printer, spitting out visions of efficiency one toner-infused prophecy at a time.
Marching out in formation come the faithful: little rectangles of raw ambition, eyes wide, limbs limber, slogans memorized. “We hustle, we grind, we copy on time!” they chant like a TED Talk cult that discovered rhythm.
To the untrained eye, it’s paper. To Hustletologists, it’s scripture. Each sheet is a contract, a dream, a six-figure plan backed by motivational TikToks and a bulletproof Excel tab.
But this isn’t just about copies – it’s about replication of purpose. Duplication is dedication. Automation is salvation. And hustle? That’s religion.
There’s no margin for jammed trays or weak fonts. Here, Helvetica is holy, margins are manifestos, and productivity gets laminated.
Behind the scenes, toner fumes rise like incense. Somewhere, a startup founder tears up from the sheer precision of it all. The copier doesn’t rest – and neither do its acolytes.
In Hustletology, if you’re not replicating your hustle with laser-sharp timing… are you even scaling?
