While sorting through my handful of pretzels at work, I found a sweet little P-shaped one. P happens to be the first initial of my ex-boyfriend (whom I am currently feeling very nostalgic about), so I was inspired to have a little fun. The following ensued.
P arrives to work on another gray Monday morning, exhausted from a busy weekend.
At least he has a big, comfy chair with lots of room.
P logs in to his computer and gets to work.
Another busy day for P. Don’t these people know anything about grammar or punctuation?
P is frustrated by all the mistakes, but at least he has his music to help him escape.
P is ready for lunch! But he thought a college degree guaranteed never having to eat ramen noodles for lunch again. Guess not.
P no longer wants to be at work. He checks his Gmail, hoping someone else is just as bored at work as he is.
After four hours of Gmail chatting and random Google searches, it’s finally quittin’ time! P grabs his bag and heads for the door!
No wonder I’m about to lose my job.
