“Why aren’t you using your degree?” -My Dad PGP.

Meeting a girl you went to college with and learning she married someone 13 years her senior and is just “housewifing” for now. PGP.

Just received an email with a signature that was TWELVE. LINES. LONG. PGP.

Thinking “hate, hate, hate, double hate, loathe entirely” when passing coworkers in the hall. PGP.

Pretty sure the pregnant lady I work with thinks I’m the spawn of satan because I told her I don’t like kids. PGP.

Mastering the art of writing passive aggressive emails. PGP.

My boss thinks it’s hilarious when he calls the free doughnuts “open source.”

My boss walks in every time I’m about to hit a new level in my Flappy Bird knockoff. PGP.

The state of maximum vulnerability only achieved by way of your boss asking to speak to you in his office. PGP.

The most stressful part of my day is deciding between answer choices while taking Buzzfeed quizzes. PGP.

Lying to your coworkers that you’re dating someone so they stop trying to set you up. PGP.

Losing weight from the “too busy to eat” diet. PGP.