Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

Lunch errands ruining your favorite time of day. PGP.

The “Jet Fuel” K-Cups are as close as I’ve gotten to a buzz in weeks. PGP.

The girl who’s “not single, just looking for friends” on Tinder. PGP.

Ending an email with a passive-aggressive smiley face. PGP.

My tinder matches are really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. PGP.

Getting to use the shredder being the highlight of your day. PGP.

Copy-pasting online articles into Outlook to make it look like you’re doing work. PGP.

Attempting to go for a run, but becoming so disconcerted halfway in that you find a Car2Go and drive home. PGP.

Those nights when “dinner” is half a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, a row of Thin Mints, and a full serving of shame. PGP.

Making your lunch the night before so you get an extra ten minutes of sleep in the morning. PGP.

Tinder-ing all the local talent while out of town on a business trip. PGP.