The most productive thing I’ve done today involved walking into a bathroom stall. PGP.
Gray hairs sprouting like weeds due to stress, conference calls, and the same cubicle for the last 5 years. PGP.
I have cumulatively been on hold for over 2 hours today. It will take at least a week to get the elevator music out of my head. PGP.
Pretty sure the cleaning ladies stole my earphones last night. PGP.
Weekly computer troubleshooting phone calls from family because you work in IT. PGP.
Buying the 8oz cans but drinking twice as many. PGP.
Frantically trying to remember whose card you’re signing, even though it won’t change the generic message of “Good luck.” PGP.
It smells like cheap perfume and shame in the elevator today. PGP.
It smells like smoke outside my window, but I’m too lazy to turn around and check. PGP.
Mainlining One-a-Day Men’s. PGP.
The WatchESPN app. My anti-PGP. PGP.
Spent lunch in traffic school. PGP.