Trying to explain to your coworkers how your Vegas Bachelor Party was without violating any HR guidelines. PGP.

Always telling my co-workers my weekend was “low key” PGP.

Hungover from a Sunday evening baby shower.

I may legally be an adult, but don’t be fooled. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.

Shot of espresso and a coffe at the office. Shot of whisky and a beer at the bar. PGP.

8:30am power shit. PGP.

Deciding to postpone your shopping trip upon recognizing a former high school classmate’s car in the parking lot. PGP.

“I have a new project for you.” PGP.

Sunday night cold sweats.

Work wife tells me when its her time of the month.

The daily morning battle of when I see if I can hold out my poop long enough to make to work so I can be paid to take one.PGP.

Everybody’s working on the weekend.