It’s my turn to take the weekend shift. My boss verbally warned me “you need to be sober.” PGP.

Feeling hungover despite not drinking the night before. PGP.

Debating if anyone will notice if I leave work six hours early. PGP.

Dilbert is the only person who understands me. PGP.

Oh good, it’s Thursday. That means I might actually have something to post on Instagram. PGP.

Keeping an organized desk apparently means I don’t have “enough work to do,” so now I just leave it a mess. PGP.

I don’t remember the last time I wore underwear to work. PGP.

You just keep trying to convince yourself that Tinder isn’t online dating. PGP.

My only attractive coworker got laid off. PGP.

I’m starting to think that things kids are doing nowadays are stupid. PGP.