Happy hour planning at 9am. PGP.

Last week I got engaged to the love of my life. We met on Tinder. PGP.

One hand on the mouse, two feet in the grave. PGP.

Getting endorsed on LinkedIn by someone you’ve never met, much less worked with. PGP.

That feeling of panic that hits when someone says your name on a conference call. PGP.

Faking it until you make it, and not knowing what to do after that. PGP.

When you’re so bored that you actually start doing some work. PGP.

My “tax refund” this year is as depressing as the elevator ride up to my office every day. PGP.

The only time I ever wash my hands after going to the bathroom is when someone else is there. Even then, I pull a Costanza and just run some water. PGP.

LinkedIn is my online dating site. PGP.