The feeling of disappointment when you pull into the parking lot and see that your office did not burn down overnight. PGP.

The college girl who lives next door complained that my alarm clock was waking her up. PGP.

Bruising your tailbone from sitting at your desk for so long. PGP.

Shit, I’m going to be doing this for the next 40 years. PGP.

The coworker who loudly cracks every imaginable part of their body throughout the day. PGP.

Put myself on mute during a call to let out a huge yawn, except I did’t actually put myself on mute. PGP.

Blasting “The Man” on the way to a job interview. PGP.

Attempting to hole punch more pieces of paper than the hole puncher can handle now gives me an adrenaline rush. PGP.

For Lent, I’m giving up. Like in general, just giving up. PGP.

Getting excited when you’re selected for jury duty and get to miss work. PGP.

My printer makes noises for five minutes after I’m done printing something. PGP.

Closing an email with “talk to you soon” but having zero intention of talking to that person ever. PGP.