I’m not one to complain about free catered lunches, but enough with the Subway party trays. PGP.

My boss used a hashtag in an office wide email today. PGP.

Actually listening to NPR instead of just telling people you do. PGP.

My wife joined Twitter. Now I have to stop following porn stars. PGP.

Working a job I hate, to live in a city I despise. PGP.

A Thursday happy hour resulting in eight unhappy hours on Friday. PGP.

Talking about corporate the way I used to talk about Nationals in college. PGP.

Finding joy by wearing fancy patterned dress socks. PGP.

I don’t feel happy anymore when I get paid. Just guilt. PGP.

Realizing you won’t be seeing the light of day until Summer 2015. PGP.