My office is located off I-85. In Atlanta. PGP.
Day 2 of no internet in the office: things are on the cusp of going full ‘Lord of the Flies’ out here. PGP.
Starbucks has never gotten my name correct. PGP.
Ran into my ex at the grocery store while holding eggs and champagne. PGP.
There are two stalls in the bathroom, and a floater in each one of them. PGP.
Matching with your ex on Bumble. PGP.
For some reason, Tinder doesn’t work while connected to my office’s WiFi. PGP.
Coworker stealing your 20 minutes of morning free time to explain the history of your company’s software. PGP.
The fly on my pants broke at the urinal this morning. PGP