That satisfaction of unclipping your ID badge at the end of the day.

Trying to think of the most politically correct way to say something. PGP.

Being able to gauge how long you’ve been in the bathroom by how much sensation you have left in your legs. #PGP

Having to “play through the pain” from an injury to your mouse hand. PGP.

Inadvertently scaring the crap out of coworkers who walk blindly around corners. PGP.

The “one hand under your chin, one hand on the mouse” nap. PGP.

When browsing Match.com profiles gives you the same amount of excitement as browsing fantasy football free agents. PGP.

That person in the office that loudly sighs periodically throughout the day. PGP.