My eye doctor told me I should probably try to limit my computer usage because of how bad my eyes are getting. Is that a good enough reason to quit my job? PGP.

Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

One of the women in my office wants me to do a squat challenge with her. PGP.

If you’re ridiculously busy and your day still drags, that’s when you know you truly hate your job. PGP.

I just taught my boss how to indent in an email. PGP.

Almost a year in and I’m still not sure where the corporate line between appropriate and inappropriate cleavage is. PGP.

Every week, I am forced to listen to the woman in the cubicle next to me tell her husband what to get from the grocery store for at least 25 minutes. PGP.

My tax bracket says I make enough money to support myself. My bank account doesn’t agree. PGP.

I’m subconsciously trying to get myself fired, and if I don’t figure out how to stop it, it’s going to work. PGP.

The woman in the cube next to me is blasting that Sarah McLachlan song from the ASPCA commercials. It’s too early for this. PGP.