Not getting a receipt when you make a withdrawal from the ATM so that you don’t have to acknowledge your balance. PGP.
The shock and glee of noticing a tramp stamp on your female coworker. PGP.
Joking “That’s why they pay me the big bucks” when in reality you make shit. PGP.
I got a job, they started hatin’. Turn up. I woke up in a certified pre-owned Honda Accord. PGP.
I could accomplish a week’s worth of work in about 6 hours. Why can’t I leave when I am done? PGP.
Keeping track of your social life on a calendar. PGP.
Having a crush on the HR chick but never doing anything about it because she knows your shitty salary grade. PGP.
Being chastised for calling older coworkers “sir” and “ma’am” out of habit. PGP.
Arranging your cubicle so that no one can see your computer screen without your consent. PGP.
Hoarding leftovers from the catered meeting. I have dinner for a week now. PGP.
Not being able to get that reservation at Dorsia. PGP.
Finally getting back into a workout routine, and then breaking your foot. PGP.