A pocket-sized mouse with a squeaky voice, terrible timing, and complete confidence in every bad idea he hands you. He lives in your shirt pocket. He does not live with the consequences.
“Hey Corey… if you don’t empty the glass, it really only counts as one.” — Mipsy, 4:58am
Every office has one coworker who somehow makes the worst idea sound like the only reasonable option. Ours has whiskers.
Mipsy never raises his voice, because he never has to. He just reframes the situation until "one more" sounds like restraint.
He travels light and shows up right when your judgment leaves the room — the hardware store, the checkout page, last call.
Mipsy doesn't talk you into anything. He just points out that, technically, you were always going to do it anyway.
One squeak, one excuse, zero accountability. The pool grows every time someone adds their own on the wall below.
Mipsy is not licensed to give advice. He does not care. He will still give it.
Six panels. One Tuesday. Zero regrets at the time.
Exhibit A · Documented 07·23
Submitted by an anonymous coworker who definitely didn't need the fire pit.
Add yours. Tick the box and Mipsy will hand your excuse out to strangers too.
#MipsyMadeMe