R.I.P. ’96 Ford Taurus. Hello public transportation. PGP.

Having troubling determining whats been longer, my dry streak or unemployment. PGP.

All I do is work, work, work no matter what. Got money on mind, I barely have enough. Every time I step up in the building…I can’t wait to get out of here. PGP.

My LinkedIn account says I’m an All-Star, but my bank account says otherwise. PGP.

Seriously considering purposely shitting your pants to leave work early. PGP.