I don’t bleed blood. I bleed coffee. PGP.

Getting way too worked up when people don’t reciprocate the thank you wave in traffic. PGP.

Desperately wanting to find the person who left their massive, un-flushed turd and punch them in the face. PGP.

Not even trying to get into the faster moving lane while in traffic because you’re just too tired to care anymore. PGP.

Keeping very few things in your office so that if you get canned you can leave as quickly as possible. PGP.

Pushing the “close door” button on the elevator to feel important and powerful. PGP.