Just realized I read and enjoyed an article ranking types of milk. PGP.

My boss just volunteered me to speak at an elementary school for career day. PGP.

I didn’t make a single call all last week and no one even said anything. PGP.

Not adding anyone as a friend on the Fitbit app because I don’t want my friends to see how big of a lazy piece of shit I am. PGP.

Leaving it all on the field. The field being the break room ping pong table. PGP.

I have been asked by every single one of my middle-aged female coworkers if I know Farmer Chris just because I’m from Iowa. PGP.

Finally got moved to a cube by the window and a bird dropped a six inch streak of shit right in the middle of it. The window washers come once a year. PGP.

“It’s Not Unusual” is faintly playing in my office. My mix of curiosity and wanting to do the Carlton dance is at an all time high. PGP.

So much access to bank accounts and social security numbers. All I need is a little push from the right person. PGP.

I put in my two weeks notice and took a two hour lunch. PGPM.