It is currently 11:00 p.m. on a Monday. I am 7 whiskeys deep. Tomorrow will suck. PGP.

Donald Trump tweeted about my employer. PGP.

Someone was a drunk asshole last year so we don’t have holiday parties anymore. PGP.

Dropping by your company’s Christmas party to “make an appearance.” PGP.

Fell asleep drunk in my Uber ride home on Saturday night. PGP.

Was $4 over my food per diem Saturday night; received email about it Sunday morning. PGP.

Looking for a Claire in the streets and a Gloria in the sheets. PGP.

My collection of conference lanyards and name tags pretty much sums up the extent of my social life. PGP.

“Hit me up on LinkedIn.” PGP.

Being the only one told to “take it easy” at the Holiday Party tomorrow. PGP.