You work yourself to death in the far future. Sometimes literally.
Your co-workers are crazy, possibly out to murder you specifically.
Your workplace explodes on a regular basis. When it doesn't, it's littered in blood, xenomorphs and fish. On fire, too, if someone has been working hard.
Depending on where you land, you'll probably be shot to death by Marines, dragged off by the clown or strangled to death by a - literal - catgirl.
A corgi is your only friend.