The old guy next to me uses talk to text. PGP.

Another day, another dollar. Well after taxes and inflation, it’s more like 72 cents. PGP.

I got a raise and have no idea how or why it happened. I’m not asking questions. PGP.

Last meal of 2014, frozen pizza. First meal of 2015, frozen pizza. PGP.

Monday, you son of a bitch. PGP.

Christmas party? Nope. Christmas Bonus? Nope. We don’t even get a Jelly of the Month club membership here. PGP.

Making more money than I ever have in my life, still managing to be broke as fuck. PGP.

Internet Explorer is our default browser and I can’t change it. PGP.

Everything in my cube shakes when my coworkers walk by. PGP.

One of these days, I’m going to scream “Shut the fuck up” out loud instead of in my head. PGP.