Cashier asked me if I was buying 10 cans of soup for a food drive. I wasn’t. PGP.
Waking up to snow and hoping for the elusive “closed” email from work, only to be disappointed. Again. PGP.
She’s living life right now, man.
I actually have to wait for my boss to dismiss me for lunch. PGP.
Sitting in your cubicle, questioning why you didn’t get piss ass drunk on more random Tuesdays in college. PGP.
Spent all weekend logged on the company’s Google account while looking for other jobs. PGP.
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