My boss’s opening line in my preformance review was, “Do you even like this job?” Crap. PGP.

She’s pregnant. On purpose. PGP.

The realization that I’m officially closer to 30 than I am to 20. PGP.

Debating over the Pedigree dog show at brunch. PGP.

My tax return was rejected. PGP.

Being old enough to remember when Facebook was cool. PGP.

Debating whether you should delete your Facebook. PGP.

Working from home today. Boss never said yes to the telecommute request, but he also never said no. PGPowerMove.

Seeing your Uber charges from the weekend. PGP.

Every time my boss asks if I have a few minutes to talk, I always assume I’m being fired. PGP.