Receiving a mass email and then 20 subsequent “reply all” emails. PGP.
I like podcasts. PGP.
Immediately going into “saving for a wedding” mode upon receiving a “What is your address?” text. PGP.
Not even having wi-fi in the office. PGP.
There’s more liquor in my desk than my apartment. PGP.
My boss loves me. My manager hates me. PGP.
Knowing you’re being catfished on Tinder and still playing along with it. PGP.
My life is a series of awkward moments sprinkled with incompetence and debauchery. PGP.
Shamelessly farting at the gym. PGP.
Brought in leftover buffalo chicken dip for lunch today. PGP.
Meal replacement bars and shakes make up the base of my food pyramid. PGP.
I just told somebody to “join the team.” I feel like a little part of me has died.