My fridge prompts a poor man’s version of Chopped with every dinner. PGP.
“So did you see the Alabama vs. Auburn game?” PGP.
Physically at the desk. Mentally at the bar. PGP.
Coming back from a “dentist appointment” in a suit. PGP.
The queue of unaccepted friend requests from older coworkers on Facebook. PGP.
Not being able to stifle your laughter anytime your boss professionally uses the word “penetration.” PGP.
Saying “Same shit, different day” just a little to loud near the boss’s office when a coworker asks “Whats’ up?” PGP.
Joined Mint.com and immediately received a negative net worth alert because of student loans. PGP.
I have a mental list of maneuvers to get me out of eye contact or conversations with people I pass in the hallway. PGP.
Having the best #tbt posts on Instagram because you still live at home. PGP.
Having a “noticeable increase in production” before your performance review. PGP.
Starting to realize I probably won’t ever have “fuck you money.” PGP.