Contemplating a Denzel from Training Day-esque meltdown upon being told to complete the simplest of tasks. PGP.
You know you’re a real adult when your phone, laptop, and gas tank are constantly running on E. PGP.
Going full Rust Cohle trying to track down whoever stole my snack from the office fridge
There’s a special circle of Hell reserved for those who request read receipts on emails. PGP.
Contemplating pretending to have kids because those coworkers who actually do get to leave early all the time. PGP.
That awkward moment when three cups of coffee have you feeling like you’ve been doing blow with George Jung for the past four hours. PGP.