Exactly 1 person has to be physically in the office on Christmas Eve “in case of emergencies.” That person is me. PGP.

Starting just before the holidays and being expected to throw in money for gifts. PGP.

The IT Manager and the Marketing Manager are definitely involved and sit right next to me. Oh, to be 45 and divorced. PGP.

Ran into my ex at the grocery store while holding eggs and champagne. PGP.

7:30 a.m. on a Monday and someone has already destroyed the bathroom. PGP.

Waiting for payday so I can finally Christmas shop. PGP.

Half the exec team ended up at my apartment after the holiday party. The Director of Operations took my dog out. I can’t look anyone in the eye today. PGP.

Old enough for wrinkles, young enough for acne. PGP.