My phone’s alarm jingle is the soundtrack to all of my nightmares. PGP.

Sent Jurgen Klinsmann’s Permission Slip to my manager as a joke 4 hours ago. He has not responded or acknowledged the e-mail. I think I might get fired. PGP.

It’s a “fuck it, let the intern deal with it” kinda Friday. PGP.

Debating between letting your social life flourish or living like a hermit and contributing all extra dollars to a retirement account. PGP.

Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.

Just learned I have to carry a separate business iPhone, making me look like the biggest douche of all-time. PGP.

Coffee for breakfast, Red Bull for lunch, beer for supper. PGP.

Studying more for the CPA exam than you did for all of your college courses combined. PGP.