I have furniture on my Christmas wish list. PGP.
Little white cups are the new red Solo cups. PGP.
Being forced to change your password and typing in the old, incorrect one out of habit for the next 72 hours. PGP.
Drank too much coffee late in the day, almost shit my pants at the gym. PGP.
Saying, “Wait, let me hang up my shirt,” before hooking up with someone. PGP.
Spending longer than you should re-wording emails so you don’t come off as harsh. PGP.
The awkward copy room shuffle. PGP.
Wishing passing coworkers a “good morning” out of habit when it’s already past noon. PGP.
Feeling obligated to eat the terrible candy your boss gave you for Christmas. PGP.
Recognizing other drivers on your daily morning commute. PGP.
Office temperatures ranging randomly from “Arctic Winter” to “Death Valley Summer” throughout the day. PGP.
Just describing your job when someone asks what you do, because even you don’t know what to make of your job title. PGP.