“Just send me what you have.” PGP.

“Gotta run, about to hop on a call.” PGP.

Burning your entire lunch break sitting in the Chick-fil-a drive-thru line. PGP.

Liking Facebook pages you have zero interest in because a friend who made it for their social media job invited you to. PGP.

“Can’t make it, I have a wedding to go to that weekend.” PGP.

“The chapter’s just not what it used to be.” PGP.

You don’t have time to play video games anymore. PGP.

Sorry for not partying. PGP.

Living vicariously through TFM. PGP.

“You going back for Homecoming?” PGP.

Reading @PostGradProblem more than @TotalFratMove. PGP.

The guy who still wants to talk about Tebow. PGP.

Still being sore from that workout a few days ago. PGP.

The moment of internal panic every time someone needs to check your credit. PGP.

Standing at the urinal minutes after you’ve finished peeing. PGP.

Candidate must speak some Spanish. PGP.

When your job description sounds important, but you aren’t. PGP.

“Is this work survey anonymous?” PGP.

“If I take a melatonin this late I’ll be tired all day tomorrow.” PGP.

Another pregnant coworker. PGP.