Started upper-middle class now I’m poor. PGP.

“Corporate Accounts Payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment.” PGP.

My aspiration is to be Clark Griswold. PGP.

I can’t eat popcorn anymore because it reminds me of the office. PGP.

“I’m gonna be so hungover at work tomorrow.” PGP.

Not being able to afford ESPN Insider. PGP.

I changed my password this morning to a liquor followed by a numerical “1.” PGP.

I’ve gone out six Saturdays in a row. I need to cool it this weekend. PGP.

Happy Hour is no longer an option. It’s a necessity. PGP.

I need to get new friends, but I won’t. PGP.

A girl from Tinder just found me on LinkedIn. PGP.

I’m still hourly. PGP.