My married manager asks about my sexual conquests. Every Monday. PGP.

Expectations beyond your capabilities. PGP.

Getting hired for a job, but not really knowing what you’ll actually be doing. PGP.

Looking at Paris on Google Earth because you can’t afford vacation this summer. PGP.

I legitimately just questioned if I was invisible. Then questioned my sanity. Then poured another coffee and checked my email. PGP.

I can’t believe I was the best candidate for the job. I’m a dipshit employee. PGP.

Mint.com and I have much different definitions of the term “Low Balance on Checking.” PGP.

I’m not driving the struggle bus. I’m not even riding the struggle bus. I just got run the fuck over by the struggle bus. PGP.

Making just over the maximum income to be eligible for reduced rent. PGP.

I don’t remember the last time my bank account hit 5 digits. PGP.