Being forced to spend your Subway footlong money buying a box of Girl Scout cookies from your CEO’s daughter. PGP.

Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person. PGP.

Every Thursday, a woman I work with starts her emails with “Happy Friday Eve!” PGP.

My overweight father keeps pushing his old suits on me. PGP.

Walking out of another meeting during which you gave zero input wondering why you keep getting invited. PGP.

“Start writing down goals” is the only goal you’ve written down so far. PGP.

Older coworkers unloading their frustrations about how young you are when HR isn’t in the office. PGP.

Passing out at the office, instead of the bar. PGP.

Adderall and Celexa by day, Ambien and Valum by night. PGP.

That one guy who tells you inappropriate jokes simply because you are the youngest guy in the office. PGP.

Doing some grocery shopping in the office snack room. PGP.

Finally understanding Destiny’s Child “Bills, Bills, Bills.” PGP.