Bad tie days. PGP.

Someone smudged, “Fuck this place,” on the inside of our parking garage’s elevator. PGP.

It’s 9:30 in the morning and I already feel like I need a beer. PGP.

Upper management can’t figure out why productivity has gone down since we installed a new software system. It’s because the system crashes every 30 mins. PGP.

My phone’s alarm jingle is the soundtrack to all of my nightmares. PGP.

Feeling like a criminal when a LinkedIn connection endorses you for something you have no idea how to do. PGP.

To open the video Snapchat at work, or not. PGP.

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter. PGP.

Not having hamburger, so just eating the helper. PGP.

Coworkers asked if I was even alive during the OJ trial. I defensively replied that I was 4. PGP.