That audible sigh of relief when you find out that everyone’s least-favorite person isn’t coming in today. PGP.

The fuck is a Shmoney Dance? PGP.

It’s almost “drive to work in the dark, drive home in the dark” season. PGP.

Not sure if my shakes are coming from my hangover or my coffee. PGP.

Putting every hotel’s claim of “complementary” to the test. PGP.

Taking out of town company workshops because it’s sort of like a vacation. PGP.

This whole Ray Rice thing really makes me wonder how many times someone has seen me pick my nose while riding an elevator alone. PGP.