Caught myself watching the local news and actually enjoying it. PGP.

Signing a card for someone in the office who you didn’t even know existed. PGP.

Low balance alerts. PGP.

Younger me envisioned adulthood involving a lot more money and a lot more sex. PGP.

The new guy sits next to me so now I’m expected to be his best friend. PGP.

Got my new dress slacks delivered to the office. PGP.

Kentucky (-18) to make rent. PGP.

The quality of my Wednesday hinges on where some 17-year-old decides to go to college. PGP.

“Minimum of 3-5 years of related functional experience.” PGP.

A question in the subject line with nothing in the actual email.

I am literally dead inside.

The new secretary is a snaggletooth. PGP.