My friend just had a kid on purpose. PGP.

Taking a “survive and advance” approach to this work week.

“So, ya got any plans for the holiday?” PGP.

Going through the motions. PGP.

“Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass, kiss his ass, kiss your ass, Happy Hanukkah.” PGP.

A Thursday happy hour resulting in eight unhappy hours on Friday. PGP.

Ate lunch alone today. Happy birthday to me. PGP.

That feeling of panic that hits when someone says your name on a conference call. PGP.

Been working this job for 6 months, and I’m still not sure who my boss is. PGP.