Fearing the consequences. PGP.

The guy that sits beside me, Patrick, is a 40-year-old part time student at the local college while working an entry level sales job, and constantly reminisces about when he used to “crush sales” with a Land Rover dealership. PGP.

They fired my only friend at work. PGP.

The most daring thing I’ve done this week was like an Instagram pic by a girl three points out of my league. PGP.

Just found out that I have to move cubes. Might just quit instead. PGP.

“I know you already left the office, but can you handle this right now?” PGP.

Prop bets on which friend’s baby will cry first at the Super Bowl party, and whose pregnant wife will make him leave first. PGP.

Finally have three years of work under my belt, so I can now apply for other entry level jobs that required 3-5 years of experience. PGP.

Accidentally typed “Go tit!” instead of “Got it!” to a client today. PGP.

Shamelessly farting at the gym. PGP.