Getting shin splints from stop-and-go traffic. PGP.

John Taffer couldn’t rescue my department. PGP.

Monday morning me really hates weekend me. Fuck that guy. PGP.

Having a rush hour crush. PGP.

Friday is a walk through, helmets and shorts. PGP.

Having a jalapeño bagel and a large coffee for breakfast because fuck your cubemate. PGP.

Every time my boss says, “Keep me in the loop,” I have visions of slipping a noose around his neck and hanging him in the supply closet. PGP.

Executives making sure to CC the entire company before sending emails patting themselves on the back. PGP.

My ex-girlfriend changed her Netflix password. PGP.