Going on grocery store runs before big nights out to ensure you don’t blow your whole paycheck and starve until the next one. PGP.
The guy that always has to get the last word in during an email exchange. PGP.
Getting angry whenever you see urine on the toilet seat. PGP.
“Sure is nice out, isn’t it?” being your go-to line with an old coworker that you have nothing in common with. PGP.
The vultures that emerge from their hell holes when someone sends a mass email advertising leftovers in the break room. PGP.
Making the hour drive to attend 5 separate interviews at their office before receiving a two sentence email letting you know that you didn’t get the job. PGP.
A football game between Western Kentucky/Louisiana-Lafayette being the highlight of your Tuesday. PGP.
Is it true that if you don’t use it you lose it? PGP.
Not knowing the proper distance at which to awkwardly acknowledge your coworker approaching from down the hall. PGP.
When I say “I ironed my clothes” I mean I threw them in the dryer to knock out a few wrinkles. PGP.
Having to do logic puzzles as part of your interview. PGP.
People losing their shit over a simple PowerPoint animation. PGP.