My boss’s opening line in my preformance review was, “Do you even like this job?” Crap. PGP.

Facebook suggesting I add my 50-year-old coworkers as friends. PGP.

Can’t tell from supervisor’s email whether I’m about to get fired or a promotion. PGP.

Being in a constant state of “just gotta get to the weekend.” PGP.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch, especially if it means you’re forced to soberly interact with coworkers. PGP.

A girl at a bar told me that “accounting is sooo boring.” And walked away from me after she asked what I do for a living. PGP.

Atrophy. PGP.