The new hires took my bitch work. Now I have to perform real tasks. PGP.

Not even having a corner cubicle. PGP.

Going to a happy hour just to hear coworkers bitch about the others that aren’t there. PGP.

Looking back, you’d take your chances on living in a van down by the river. PGP.

When the whispering in a neighboring cube is more distracting than the person yelling on the other side of you. PGP.

Resisting the urge to replace “Regards” with “Go fuck yourself.” PGP.

“We should do happy hour soon.” PGP.