Realizing you just don’t have the ability to drink through the week anymore. PGP.

Shooting the breeze. PGP.

Being an ATO Alum and jealous of IU pledges. PGP.

Every koozie I have is from a wedding. PGP.

Our national conclave next spring is in Vegas. Already booked the days off, and the two days after, for recovery. PGP.

First sip of coffee, first stain of the day. PGP.

The guy that hovers over your desk in silence waiting for you to start a conversation. PGP.

I can’t believe I was excited to start this job. PGP.

The notification of the meeting you’re supposed to be in interrupting your fantasy lineup research. PGP.

Running out of excuses to take time off for interviews. PGP.

I work for my girlfriend’s Dad, and he promoted her before me. She’s been here 3 months. I’ve been here 2 years. PGP.

The most depressing part of my day is knowing that I will never feel as good as I do right now with that first cup of coffee in my hand. PGP.

Check engine. PGP.

I used to listen to music, now I listen to TED talks while I work. PGP.

Counting the length of my pre-workout-induced poop as cardio. PGP.

Starbucks getting your name wrong on your cup. PGP.

2 a.m. panic attacks over nothing in particular. PGP.

The sweet smell of no new emails in the morning. PGP.

VP flies in and promises to take the team out to a “great lunch;” we end up at Olive Garden. PGP.

ESPN and PGA were both firewalled today. PGP.