A coworker asked if I have any kids. I said, “Man, I hope not.” They did not find it amusing. PGP.

Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

For Lent, I’m giving up. Like in general, just giving up. PGP.

Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.

Praying there’s a hot secretary when you drop something off at another company’s office. PGP.

Having nightmares about oversleeping for work. PGP.

She’s office hot. PGP.

Waiting to get a haircut until your next paycheck. PGP.

I see why the last guy quit. PGP.