I emailed my two weeks since my boss is out of town. Haven’t heard back.
The inner lame duck feeling the time before you put in a two weeks notice.
Fell asleep during the triple overtime classic involving my alma mater.
The daily battle of trash bin placement in my cubicle with the janitor.
A college drop out from my alma mater is about to make $24 million over the next four years playing a game. I’ll advance to 24 cents per minute in that time.
Shamelessly “nice work”ing all my comments. PGP.
Getting an email from Monster that today’s top match is your current job with your current company. PGP.
My alma mater changed its logo. PGP.