This is my cube. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My cube is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My cube, without me, is useless. Without my cube, I am useless. PGP.

Staying two extra minutes late, but just so you don’t have to walk out with anybody. PGP.

Both of my seperated parents with two seperate Netflix accounts both decided to cancel the same month. PGP.

My coffee intake has doubled since graduating. Not because my job is harder than school, just more boring. PGP.

The best part of my recent birthday was my insurance agent calling to tell me my premium went down. PGP.

Actually being the stalled vehicle on the side of the road you always hear on rush hour traffic reports. PGP.

I have more in common with my boss’s kids than my boss. PGP.

Pop Tarts and coffee for breakfast. May not be a nutritional balance, but it’s definitely a maturity one. PGP.

Just celebrated my two-year anniversary. With my cat. PGP.

Skipping out on your morning coffee because you really don’t feel like shitting in the office bathroom today. PGP.

“What the fuck are we supposed to be doing?” PGP.

Having to work on your flight to vacation, but not having the balls to expense the in-flight wifi. PGP.