A group of recent college graduates asked me if I’m “also” considered a Millennial. I’m only 25. PGP.

Being locked in a room with idiots all day. PGP.

“Cash me outside, how bout dah?” Has finally infiltrated my office. PGP.

The woman next to me brought fucking spaghettios and is eating them at 8 a.m. I’m going to throw up. PGP.

Making a bingo board of all the annoying things people do in my office. PGP.