The security guard in my building that works overnight on the weekend is starting to get judgmental. PGP.
When just wanting to go to Myrtle Beach for First Week becomes creepy. PGP.
Urologist appointments. PGP.
My fantasy league keeps harassing me to vote in the league poll. PGP.
The bathroom window has been open for literally a month. Either no one else has noticed or no one cares. PGP.
“I’m a little upset about a bad sexual episode last night.” -Fletcher Reed. PGP.
If only buying Geico car insurance was all it took to get me on the Gravy Train. PGP.
The per diem I was given for gas money ended up being 30 dollars short. PGP.
Having to walk down four floors to the next closest bathroom since your floor is all women, and everyone knows why you aren’t using the bathroom on your floor. PGP.
Who the fuck stole the newspaper from the break room? PGP.
Becoming your boss’s scapegoat. PGP.
When your department gets moved to another building, making your commute 45 minutes rather than the current 7 minutes. PGP.