Took four days of vacation. Up at 6 a.m. on day one. PGP.

Has he gotten more attractive? Or have I just lowered my standards? PGP.

Exchanging 30 emails on an issue that could have been cleared with a 30 second phone call. PGP.

The closest Chipotle is 50 miles away. PGP.

Opening a new ream of paper like it’s a gift on Christmas Morning. PGP.

I can finally scratch “Get sued” off my bucket list. PGP.

Awkwardly running into ex-coworkers that have been fired. PGP.

I flip off just about everyone as soon as they leave my office. PGP.

Hungover at work. On a Tuesday. PGP.

Packing a lip, then immediately chasing it with whitening gum. PGP.