Married coworkers living vicariously through you. PGP.

Having the constant fear that my mute button will malfunction at the worst possible time. PGP.

Having more stacks of plastic to-go cups than nice drinking glasses in your apartment. PGP.

Sending out the desperate “Anything going on tonight?” mass text. PGP.

The whole office spent the first hour and a half of work today debating that damn dress.

Had to give myself a pep talk this morning. PGP.

Been a “temp” now for 17 months. PGP.

The most I’ve done all day is help a buddy in grad school with his homework. PGP.

Accidentally dialing 9 before making a call on your cell phone. PGP.

Looking for a friend with benefits. Vision is preferred, but dental is mandatory. PGP.