I’m not a girl, not yet a woman. PGP.
Female coworkers discussing Valentine’s Day plans two fucking weeks ahead of time. PGP.
The point in the day where the only thing left to do is stare at the screen until you can go home. PGP.
Officially the only non-married, non-engaged associate at the firm. PGP.
A sudden lack of clean work clothes triggering a moderate 7:00am panic attack. PGP.
A constant state of existential-crisis. PGP.
Older coworkers unloading their frustrations about how young you are when HR isn’t in the office. PGP.
I received tires for my birthday. PGP.
Realizing you may have peaked in college.
calling the bank on fraud credit charges, then realizing it was just something you bought when you were blacked out.
My money is mostly spent on looking like I’m some sort of success story. PGP
Emailing your friend a link rather than posting it on their Facebook wall