My team went to the bar to watch the USMNT match. Supervisor wouldn’t anyone order a beer. PGP.

Somebody emailed the entire office because they lost their roast beef sandwich. PGP.

The collective sigh when that one person starts talking during a meeting. PGP.

Took a day off to play golf then there was an unpredicted thunderstorm. PGP.

Someone smudged, “Fuck this place,” on the inside of our parking garage’s elevator. PGP.

1: “What do you do for a living?” 2: “I don’t want to talk about it.” PGP.

Showing up to work early just to print out concert tickets on the color printer. PGP.

It’s 9:30 in the morning and I already feel like I need a beer. PGP.

At least the obnoxiously loud construction going on outside is drowning out the voices of my coworkers. PGP.

Upper management can’t figure out why productivity has gone down since we installed a new software system. It’s because the system crashes every 30 mins. PGP.

Calling in sick for the World Cup match and then actually getting sick. PGP.

My phone’s alarm jingle is the soundtrack to all of my nightmares. PGP.