Considering stealing some copper. Not to buy meth, but to buy wedding gifts. PGP.

I can hear my cubemates music over my own. PGP.

The one week on, one month off workout routine. PGP.

Knocking on the doorframe because the door is open. PGP.

The office’s bipolar HVAC system causing you to turn your space heater on full blast in the middle of summer. PGP.

When the highlight of your week is getting on the PGP wall. PGP.

When mowing the lawn becomes your workout. PGP.

I contemplated putting a blow-up doll in the passenger seat so I could get away with using the carpool lane. PGP.

My manager saw me wearing aviators and now everytime I call him he answers with, “Talk to me Goose.” PGP.

Our office blocked ESPN for the rest of the World Cup. PGP.

Looking at sleeping bums with envy as you walk to work in the morning. PGP.

Never being able to find the secret bathroom everyone talks about. PGP.