Please. Stop. Talking. PGP.

Rosterbating at work. PGP.

Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V. PGP.

When I get bored at work, I just get pictures of goats off the internet and send the pictures to my coworkers in emails marked “important.” PGP.

I’ve been here long enough to where people expect me to know what I’m doing, but I still have no clue. PGP.

Texting more at work than you do when you’re not. PGP.

Realizing “Friends” is bullshit, because I don’t even know five single people much less hang out with them across the hall. PGP.

I literally did nothing at work today. Seriously, nothing. PGP.

1: “The Summer Interns already leave?” 2: “Yep.” 1: “So winter is truly coming.” PGP.

There’s a fine line between being underutilized and being unnecessary. I’m walking it. PGP.