I thought losing my fantasy playoff matchup was depressing, then I showed up to work on Monday. PGP.

My boss hates his job so much he jokes about killing himself on the regular. PGP.

Getting legitimately excited to update your LinkedIn after accepting a new job. PGP.

That knowing “you’re gonna go get fucked up, aren’t you?” look from your boss when you tell him you’re taking PTO to go to Vegas. PGP.

When your boss forwards you a boring 1 hour meeting and demands you attend for him because he “doesn’t want to.” PGP.

My boss will purge her old emails and re-forward everything to me to make more room in her inbox, clogging up mine. PGP.

Anxiety before handing in my two week notice. PGP.

My work wife quit and it has affected me more than any prior break up. PGP.

Living vicariously through people who put in their two weeks notice. PGP.