New job in a new city. No clue what I’m doing and my number of friends just went from 2 to 0. PGP
My desk just got moved to the storage room in the basement
Swiftly alt-tabbing to an equally unproductive tab. PGP.
Kinda wishing all weekday sporting events are blowouts so you can turn it off and go to bed. PGP.
Getting a little drunk and applying for new jobs
Those X-Ray glasses though.
Running out of excuses to take time off for interviews. PGP.
I have trouble believing it’s pure coincidence that my coworkers seem to only ask me to go to lunch when I have my lunch box visible on my desk. PGP.
“The old ball and chain won’t let me go out” when you need an excuse to skip going out. PGP
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