“We’re always looking for new talent, submit your resume and we’ll get back to you.” No you aren’t and no you won’t. PGP.

Internet explorer 7. Enough said. PGP.

Felt like a badass wearing jeans to work. Nobody noticed. PGP.

Buying more expensive alcohol, yet drinking it in less fun ways. PGP.

The guy who had a mental breakdown and threatened everyone at work just got promoted over me. PGP.

Mom started charging me for laundry. PGP.

I hate it here. PGP.

Stress level and workload of a project manager. Pay of an intern. PGP.

Counting sex as a workout. PGP.

Long, bitter, polarizing arguments about the merits of candy corn. PGP.

Liking “Die Hard” even more as an adult because you can actually relate to John McClane’s relationship troubles. PGP.

Lady next to me is already listening to Josh Groban’s Christmas album. PGP.

Was just asked if you can put two separate files on a USB. PGP.

Realizing that it’s probably time to start taking a daily multivitamin. PGP.

I was hungover before I even got home from the bar. PGP.

Working on Veterans Day. PGP

Drunk Linkedin profile browsing. PGP.

The follow-up to the follow-up. PGP

Having a Buzz Lightyear Mrs. Nesbitt-type meltdown during happy hour. PGP.

“I’m going to keep this brief…” PGP.