Moved to the 3rd biggest city in the U.S. for work…and don’t know anyone. PGP.
Some lady at work is talking about her biopsy in the break room. Size, thickness, color, circumference. PGP.
Each day I relate more and more to Phil Dunphy. PGP.
Hit it off with a woman at the bar. She gave me her business card. PGP.
Anyone that signs their emails with “Cheers” can go to hell. PGP.
Old guy in the cube over eats carrots and celery every morning at 9 A.M. PGP.
Got a mouth smacker and a keyboard slapper in the cube over. PGP.
Spent the past two days fixing the summer interns’ mistakes. PGP.
Having to remind your boss that you have the day off. PGP.