Debating if anyone will notice if I leave work six hours early. PGP.

Keeping an organized desk apparently means I don’t have “enough work to do,” so now I just leave it a mess. PGP.

I think I would like everyone in this office better if we were all drunk. PGP.

Forgetting your master lock combo because it’s been so long since you went to the gym. PGP.

Living vicariously through the interns. PGP.

RSVPing for two with no idea who the other person will be. PGP.

Striking out on Tinder and moving to Plenty of Fish. PGP.

Today, my coworker said “That’s life, get used to it. Control is just an illusion.” PGP.

I might just spend all day today picking lint balls off my shirt. PGP.

The strange sensation of doing something you enjoy. PGP.