My date didn’t want to come home with me, but she endorsed me on LinkedIn. So I wouldn’t count it as a total loss. PGP.

The guy without a college degree making twice as much as me. PGP.

Finding it difficult to stay awake through Happy Hour. PGP.

Never being worried about random drug tests at the office until the Monday after homecoming weekend. PGP.

Realizing your entry-level “analyst” job feels a lot like an administrative assistant. PGP.

The Monday after homecoming. PGP.

Today, I watched in horror as the violent flush of the handicapped stall shot a pellet-sized turd directly at me. It hit my crotch and then bounced into my shoe. PGP.

Having the worst Excel game in the office. PGP.

My new idea of being a party animal is taking an extra Klonopin at work on Friday. PGP.

No Bill Simmons mailbag this week. PGP.

My boss got beer for the office to celebrate a closing. He got Blue Moon. PGP.

Two years into the real world. Still haven’t used algebra. At all. PGP.