I’m pretty sure my interview yesterday was for a Ponzi scheme. PGP.

Went to my upstairs neighbors to tell them they were being too loud. It was 10 p.m.. On Friday.

“Happy birthday! Do you have any plans?!” – colleague you’ve never talked to

“Do you want your door open, closed, … ?” PGP.

I go on vacation tomorrow. I mentally checked out yesterday. PGP

Signed a new lease on Friday, got notified on Monday I’m being moved to Connecticut. PGP.

I don’t even try to hide my dislike for this place anymore.