That satisfaction of unclipping your ID badge at the end of the day.
My coworker created a fantasy baseball league for his sons little league team and asked me to join. PGP.
Being old enough to remember when Facebook was cool. PGP.
“I know you’re taking vacation today, but we need you to call in for this meeting?” PGP.
“This isn’t the right form.” PGP.
New guy sends commanding emails in Comic Sans. I can’t bring myself to respond. PGP.
Went on a brunch date, got sunburned. PGP.
Spent all weekend locked in a single vehicle with five of my in-laws driving 8 hours to my parents’ house and back. I was actually looking forward to work. PGP.
My cubicle reeks of coffee and sadness. PGP.