My life is way more Peter Gibbons than Jordan Belfort. PGP.

Talking about the bar at work, talking about work at the bar. PGP.

Doing a phone interview from the parking lot of your current employer. PGP.

Getting your password wrong four times because you have the shakes from the weekend.

Not telling the boss that I finished a project until he asks about it, so he won’t give me another. PGP

Drank tequila on Saturday night. I’ll be feeling that ’til Tuesday

I like to print random documents to a printer on the other side of the office, and walk a lap through the office with it in my hand. An hour later, I’ll walk another lap back, and shred it. It looks like work and makes my cardiologist happy. PGP

Being terrified when asked “What is your desired salary?” PGP

“Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far far away from here.”