I’ve been asked if I’m “having fun yet” three times today by the same person. PGP.

Having to scour WeightWatchers.com to find the (apparently) mysterious number of points a decent beer will cost me. I just want to drink a damn beer. PGP.

My friend just told me she saw my boss at the bar watching the game. He told me he was going to Staples. PGP.

Somebody emailed the entire office because they lost their roast beef sandwich. PGP.

The collective sigh when that one person starts talking during a meeting. PGP.

1: “What do you do for a living?” 2: “I don’t want to talk about it.” PGP.

Showing up to work early just to print out concert tickets on the color printer. PGP.