The crushing feeling of defeat when it’s finally time to let the belt out another notch. PGP.

Spending 10 hours a day in a fluorescent-lit gulag. PGP.

Just got back from lunch, already hungry. PGP.

Trying to look busy for the boss that told you there is nothing for you to do today. PGP.

Putting things on your desk/walls so your boss won’t realize you’re planning to leave as soon as humanly possible. PGP.

Having horrible productivity in the afternoon because you’re discouraged from getting nothing done that morning.

There’s only free food in the office when I’m attempting to go on a diet.

Being so hungover on March 18th that you turn the lights off when you get to the office. PGP.

Packing a lunch and then eating it alone in your car. PGP

Hand on mouse. Hand on keyboard. Back straight. Spreadsheet open. Eyes shut. PGP.