Typing “po” into my work computer browser gets me to this website. Typing “po” into my personal laptop browser is a different story. PGP.

The level of excitement after winning a kickball game in OT. PGP.

Always prepared to minimize your web browser. PGP.

Bob Wiley taking a vacation from his problems. PGP.

Caught myself tapping my foot along to the on-hold music. PGP.

Meaningless email conversations. PGP.

Today I discovered the difference between ink and toner. I hate toner. PGP.

Christmas Eve is considered a mandatory workday in my office. PGP.

Who are these women that are stay-at-home bloggers who make six figures and how do I become one of them? PGP.

The closest Chipotle is 50 miles away. PGP.

Buying Nike Dri-Fit clothing knowing full well that you will never wear it for its intended use. PGP.

If only they could see my tattoos. PGP.

Hours go by and nobody comes to my desk. As soon as I let out one fart, all of a sudden everyone in the office needs to come talk to me. PGP.

I just got a way too excited about downloading the Kroger app. PGP.

The out of breath wheezing of a fat coworker that just got walked up a flight of stairs. PGP.

I’m not a girl, not yet a woman. PGP.

My boss looked relieved when I put in my two weeks notice. PGP.

Been planning on hitting up McD’s for the new jalapeño McDouble for weeks now. Today’s the day. PGP.

I’ve been actively picking my nose at my desk for twenty minutes. PGP.

Not knowing how loud you just farted in the office because you have headphones on. PGP.