Deleted my birth year on Facebook. PGP.

Ending emails with a passive aggressive “please help me understand” after irrefutably supporting your case. I know I’m right, do you? PGP.

My married manager asks about my sexual conquests. Every Monday. PGP.

Expectations beyond your capabilities. PGP.

It smells like cheap perfume and shame in the elevator today. PGP.

Getting hired for a job, but not really knowing what you’ll actually be doing. PGP.

The never ending guessing game about how much you think upper management makes. PGP.

I was so excited about getting this job. Now I’m only excited for lunch. PGP.

Looking at Paris on Google Earth because you can’t afford vacation this summer. PGP.