Urinal splash-back.

Getting called a “Narc” no longer bothers me

An upset client asking for your last name is the office equivalent of a “what’s your badge number?”

“You Millennials just don’t get it, do you?”

Still numb from that missed kick.

I’ve been here for almost two years and I still can’t really explain what it is that I do.

I’m trying to be more adventurous this year, so I decided to try hazelnut creamer instead of vanilla.

Nicest guy in the office with the angriest music

“I’ll wait for the New Year” has slowly become my excuse for everything.

“I’m going to need a few volunteers to come in for a few hours on the 25th and the 1st.”