A tube strike is London’s version of a snow day. Except you’re still expected to come to work. And it takes you twice as long to get there. And people are more depressed than usual. PGP.

One day you’re Facebook creeping on girls in bikinis for Spring Break, the next you’re Facebook creeping on girls in bikinis for their honeymoons. PGP.

Canceling a date because of a hangover. PGP.

Would still rather be in PR for the Clippers. PGP.

1: “I wanna go home.” 2: “We all do.” PGP.

Signed up for Mint.com. All I receive from them are “Low Balance Warning” emails. PGP.

Calling your boss just to make sure he’s at his desk and not walking around. PGP.

That heartbreaking feeling when the fire alarm isn’t a drill, but your building doesn’t burn to the ground. PGP.

At this point, I’d rather have Lloyd’s job under Ari Gold. PGP.

1: “So how long have you been working here?” 2: “Too long.” PGP.

Was forwarded a meeting invite. It started 5 minutes ago. PGP.

My ex-girlfriend changed her Netflix password. PGP.