I just realized that my job makes me go through the 5 stages of grief…every single day. PGP

“Hi! I’m just calling to follow up” PGP

Every time Target puts out decor for dorms and college apartments, I die a little on the inside. PGP

I’m pretty sure my interview yesterday was for a Ponzi scheme. PGP.

“Do you want your door open, closed, … ?” PGP.

Coworkers still quote the GEICO hump day commercial. Every. Single. Week.

I wish I was half as happy as I sound in my emails. PGP.

Holy shit, I can’t do this for the rest of my life…PGP.

Half my friends are engaged and having kids, the other half are too drunk to even find their phones. PGP.

I make slightly less than the average American household and I still feel like a poor. PGP