Old friends calling. On accident. PGP.

Being asked to move out of the background a company commercial shoot. PGP.

My parents told me that becoming a nun would solve both my employment and relationship problems. PGP.

Black coffee. Black pants. Black laptop. Black pen. Black soul. PGP.

Walking into work late with CFA breakfast. PGP.

My boss refers to my cube mate as “the company all star”.

Being on a first name basis with the night security staff. PGP.

My supervisor walked in on me snapping a selfie and it led to a 15 minute conversation explaining Snapchat, “The Twitter,” and “the one where you can edit and share photos.” PGP.

Still writing “2013” on everything you sign and date. PGP.

When “work smart, not hard” is your daily justification for being completely worthless at the office. PGP.