Chasing the mythological creature of “work/life balance”. PGP.

Being legitimately concerned with what mortgage rates are. PGP.

When things get hard, I go into the bathroom and listen to Styx’s “Come Sail Away” and remember my Caribbean cruise from three years ago.

Looking for your Times New Roman in the streets who’s a Wingdings in the sheets, but content on settling with a Calibri every time.

When I start thinking that I won’t have an original idea, I just remind myself that Jimmy Buffett wrote a song about goddamn cheeseburgers and is now a multimillionaire.

In Augusta during Masters week… at my office, doing work.

I eat lunch in my car just to be by myself for a few minutes. PGP.

Jordans in the office Friday, unemployment line Monday. PGP.

The only other employee under 40 just quit. PGP.