The guy in the cubicle next to mine spent an hour talking to someone about his cats today. PGP.
I can hear my cubemates music over my own. PGP.
That strange spot near the crotch on the seat of the cloth conference room chair. PGP.
Carrie Matheson is a pretty competent employee compared to you. PGP.
Christmas music is STILL playing at the office. PGP.
The hardest thing I have done this week was quietly listen to Andre Nickatina at the office. PGP.
Desk crunches. PGP.
Socks are required. PGP
Boss, who is categorically wrong in dispute with office leasing agent, demands I “step up to the plate for the company” and back his losing argument. PGP
Brunch, the gateway meal. PGP.
“I’m thinking about starting my own business.” PGP.
“I can already tell this is going to be another 60 hour week.” PGP.