Realizing your entry-level “analyst” job feels a lot like an administrative assistant. PGP.

The Monday after homecoming. PGP.

Two years into the real world. Still haven’t used algebra. At all. PGP.

“Corporate Accounts Payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment.” PGP.

My aspiration is to be Clark Griswold. PGP.

I changed my password this morning to a liquor followed by a numerical “1.” PGP.

I’ve gone out six Saturdays in a row. I need to cool it this weekend. PGP.

A girl from Tinder just found me on LinkedIn. PGP.

I’m still hourly. PGP.