The security guard in my building that works overnight on the weekend is starting to get judgmental. PGP.

Only used one slice of bread on my sandwich. Not to cut costs. I only had one slice of bread. PGP.

Getting called sir or ma’am by someone only a few years younger than you. #PGP

The only men that hit on me are old enough to be my father and creepy enough to be my uncle. PGP.

Please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me damn it. “Good morning!” PGP.

Spent over four hours today trying to figure out the Rubik’s Cube on the Google home page. PGP.

1: “Let’s do lunch.” 2: “If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I wouldn’t need this job.” PGP.

Submitting one resume and immediately planning a life based around that potential job. PGP.

Having “team huddles” twice a week that consist of the CFO reading Dilbert strips aloud, followed by brainstorming ways to apply these lessons to our work. PGP.

The office throwing an open bar event on Thursday and still expecting you to be at the office Friday morning. PGP.