I want to break up with my girlfriend, but I can’t afford the rent by myself. PGP.

Having four dress shirts and two pairs of pants in the weekly rotation. PGP.

I bet the Chive’s HR Department is a nightmare. PGP.

The printer at work was making a painfully high pitched noise, and I was the only one young enough to hear it. PGP.

I’m not one to complain about free catered lunches, but enough with the Subway party trays. PGP.

My boss used a hashtag in an office wide email today. PGP.

My wife joined Twitter. Now I have to stop following porn stars. PGP.

Getting up to go to the bathroom out of boredom, not necessity. PGP.

Getting called a “bad girl” by my IT guy for streaming Pandora. PGP.

A Thursday happy hour resulting in eight unhappy hours on Friday. PGP.