My coworkers found embarrassing pictures of me from high school and are now exchanging them by email. PGP.

Everything in your cart being “personal” size, except the “family size” pack of cookies. PGP.

Can’t tell if I hate my life or just my job. PGP.

Got rear ended by a high schooler this morning. PGP.

Being mature enough to have a Costco membership. PGP.

It’s my turn to take the weekend shift. My boss verbally warned me “you need to be sober.” PGP.

Feeling hungover despite not drinking the night before. PGP.

Sometimes I restart my computer to kill five minutes. PGP.

Debating if anyone will notice if I leave work six hours early. PGP.

Dilbert is the only person who understands me. PGP.

Oh good, it’s Thursday. That means I might actually have something to post on Instagram. PGP.

Keeping an organized desk apparently means I don’t have “enough work to do,” so now I just leave it a mess. PGP.