Being super excited about tapping the water cooler in the break room. PGP.
Shaving, ironing, breakfast. Choose two. PGP.
Finding out the hard way that your office ceiling isn’t high enough to practice a full golf swing. PGP.
Showing up to work with a persistent lip stain from last night’s red wine. PGP.
On week six of constant Christmas music at work. PGP.
Not being able to afford the product your company sells. PGP.
Wearing a sweater to the office ugly sweater party similar to the one your boss wears on a daily basis. PGP.
Getting passive-aggressive comments about not contributing to the break room/party fund. PGP.
The middle-aged coworker using a hit pop song from three years ago as their ringtone. PGP.
Every time I insert a smiley face into an email, I die a little more inside. PGP.
Spending years climbing to the top of the totem pole only to dive head first into the corporate shark tank. PGP.
Everybody’s working for the weekend. PGP.