Yesterday was my boss’s birthday and we ate at a Brazilian steakhouse on the company card. Today was my birthday and I ate a Wendy’s baconator alone in my car. PGP.
Getting yelled at by your boss because you have been making the intern water the fake plants for the last three months. PGP.
Patiently waiting for all the baby boomers to retire so we all can just work from home everyday. PGP.
You either blackout a hero, or drink long enough to see yourself become the villian. PGP
The later the lunch, the shorter the afternoon. PGP.
My paycheck feels like a participation award. PGP.
Having to retake grades K-12 to prove to my dad I’m ready to take over the family hotel chain. PGP.
The vultures that emerge from their hell holes when someone sends a mass email advertising leftovers in the break room. PGP.
Interviewed a guy who reminded me of myself. I did not hire him because I know how much of a piece of shit I am. PGP.
All my friends are assholes, but I have no idea where you find new ones. PGP.
Different shirt, same pants. PGP.
When your weekend plans are either “catch up on sleep” or “get blackout drunk”. PGP.