Tinder is in the “Games” folder on my iPhone, and that’s exactly where it should be. PGP.

Got a flat tire after work. Didn’t tell anyone, but took a picture to use as an excuse if I’m ever late. PGP.

The term “dropped the ball.” PGP.

My LinkedIn account says I’m an All-Star, but my bank account says otherwise. PGP.

Legitimately thinking less of people who drink decaf. PGP.

I’ve learned how to sleep sitting up. PGP.

The excitement of your college buddies coming to visit being overshadowed by the fear of the hit to your bank account. PGP.

Never truly understood the phrase “working for the weekend” until recently. PGP.

A litany of HR infractions resulting in you being eskimo sisters with your boss. PGP.

At work, daydreaming about what I want to be when I grow up. PGP.

The pregnant woman in the office has complete control of the thermostat. PGP.

This guy I work with walks by my desk every day at 4 to get his mail, signifying there’s an hour left in the workday. We have never spoken or exchanged a glance. He is hands down my favorite coworker. PGP.