How the fuck did I graduate? PGP.
Having a draft of your resignation ready in your email. PGP.
Getting excited about your apartment having free coffee. PGP.
My mom told me she was proud of me. I think she was trying to convince herself more than anything. PGP.
“Come see me when you get in this morning.” PGP.
“We’re just not seeing the productivity we’d like.” PGP.
Has he gotten more attractive? Or have I just lowered my standards? PGP.
Hiding in spare offices to do phone interviews with other companies. PGP.
Finally getting the automated rejection email for a job you applied for 18 months ago. PGP.
Applying for other jobs on your lunch break. PGP.