Just got an email saying we’re on track for record profits for the fourth quarter in a row. It was followed up with an email explaining why we’re not getting a Christmas bonus. PGP.

I saw a coworker outside of work and walked to the complete other side of the parking lot to a random store just to avoid having to say hi. PGP.

A one-year subscription to the Jelly of the Month Club is $215. Griswold was an ungrateful SOB. PGP.

Cousin Eddie being unemployed for seven years because he’s holding out for a management position. PGP.

1: “So what are you planning to do with your Christmas bonus?” 2: “Pay bills, probably.” PGP.

Christmas party? Nope. Christmas Bonus? Nope. We don’t even get a Jelly of the Month club membership here. PGP.

Still not being a well qualified lessee. PGP.

My life is now basically just waiting until I get to go to sleep again and then not being able to fall asleep when that time comes. PGP.

“Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass, kiss his ass, kiss your ass, Happy Hanukkah.” PGP.

My parents started charging me rent. PGP.