Even my dreams are work-related. PGP.

I feel horrible for doing it, but I took all the good office supplies from the guy who got fired like a damn office vulture. PGP.

“Your participation is required in this webinar.” PGP.

Getting phone calls from a totally oblivious coworker two cubes away that has no idea who you are. PGP.

I spaced out and came back to my boss saying, “So definitely don’t do that next week.” Don’t do what? PGP.

I have a mental list of maneuvers to get me out of eye contact or conversations with people I pass in the hallway. PGP.

Not taking down my office Christmas decorations because they’re the only thing merry about this place. PGP.