I don’t have anything witty to say, I just really hate my job. PGP.

My manager saw me wearing aviators and now everytime I call him he answers with, “Talk to me Goose.” PGP.

The collective sigh when that one person starts talking during a meeting. PGP.

“I wish they’d let us work outside today!” PGP.

1: “I work an 8-5.” 2: “You mean 9-5?” 1: “No. That’s a figment of your young imagination.” PGP.

Starting a new game with myself called “How casual can I dress before I start getting questionable looks from coworkers?” PGP.

Being one horse shit assignment away from cracking your keyboard over your knee. PGP.

Talking about the bar at work, talking about work at the bar. PGP.

Doing a phone interview from the parking lot of your current employer. PGP.

The constant debate between staying with the company for growth opportunities or leaving and making more money elsewhere. PGP.