“We’re just not seeing the productivity we’d like.” PGP.

Coworker asked if I had dental work done because my cheek looked swollen. I had a dip in. PGP.

Trolling the HOA group email for shits and gigs. PGP.

Boss said I could wear shorts on casual Friday. Then he set the AC to 62. PGP.

My Pinterest-inspired lunch just looks like a mason jar full of shit. PGP.

Not shitting, but remaining on the pot. PGP.

Tindering at a wedding. PGP.

No more sleepovers on weeknights. PGP.

My boss thinks the new Weird Al Yankovic album is “gold.” The rest of us are paying dearly for it. PGP.