Taking a selfie at your desk without turning the flash off. PGP.
That person in the office who tries to sound intelligent by making emails way too long and way too complicated. PGP.
I would fire every single person here without feeling bad if I was only given the chance. PGP.
The faintest sound of shitty smooth jazz coming from the office next to your cube. PGP.
Shameless cellphone conversations in the elevator, because f**k everyone else. PGP.
I remember my first coffee. PGP.
Forgetting which fake name you just gave to the Starbucks barista. PGP.
When the fantasy football trade deadline stresses you out more than work deadlines. PGP.
Coworkers that don’t seem to understand the one stall buffer in the bathroom. PGP.
Three monitors, zero productivity. PGP.
Somebody stole my stapler. I’m not trying to be funny. The guy in the cube next to me took it and I had to ask him to give it back. PGP.
I don’t even remember what steak tastes like. PGP.