I still hate it here. PGP.

Was days away from handing in my two weeks at a job I’ve despised for two years. Got a promotion and a 50% raise. Can’t leave now. PGP.

Getting up to go to the bathroom out of boredom, not necessity. PGP.

A Thursday happy hour resulting in eight unhappy hours on Friday. PGP.

I’m driving 40 miles each way to a job I hate. PGP.

The flash of panic you get when settling into your favorite stall only to realize your phone is still on your desk. PGP.

The effort going into faking sick on the phone is more work than I would actually produce in a day. PGP.

Only 22 and already thinking about giving up and marrying rich. PGP.

I’ll get my shit together when I’m 25. PGP.