Sunday: Packs gym bag to workout. Friday: Takes unpacked gym bag back home. PGP.
My boss said “We’re done beating around the bush” today and instead of laughing, I just thought about how little sex I’m having. PGP.
Office-wide, passive aggressive reminder emails of break room rules being continuously sent on a weekly basis. PGP.
I’ve been staring at tiny numbers for two years. Had to get glasses. PGP.
Heard a couple at the grocery arguing over what kind of bread to get. I can’t wait to get married. PGP.
Feeling like a has-been in your trivia league. PGP.
I have to bring my own coffee to work. PGP.
Work being an excuse to get away from my family during the holidays. PGP.
Got my NYE party invitation. It’s in my company’s warehouse. It’s not a party. It’s inventory and it goes on until 10 p.m. Happy fucking New Year. PGP.
Convinced my garbage man only waves in the morning, because he knows he has better benefits than I do. PGP.
I just finally paid off my credit card debt. I have no idea what to do now. PGP.
Seeing the “now hiring managers” sign at the drive-thru, and actually thinking about it. PGP.