Endorsing the guy you’re hooking up with for ‘communication’ on LinkedIn & then never bringing it up. PGP.

Always needing sunglasses for Sunday brunch, regardless of the weather. PGP.

Dreading Fridays because you might get laid off. PGP.

Bringing your gym bag to work with absolutely no intention whatsoever of going to the gym after work. PGP.

Wearing a knee brace at the gym to appear as if you’re rehabbing an injury when in reality you’re embarrassed by how out of shape you have become. PGP.

The out of breath wheezing of a fat coworker that just got walked up a flight of stairs. PGP.

Applying for jobs you have no fucking chance of getting. PGP.

Taylor Swift sang about being 22, Blink-182 said nobody likes you when you’re 23, and nobody cares enough about the years after that to write a song about them. PGP.

Being rejected for a job that you don’t remember applying for. PGP.

Realizing how much dead time you have at work when the intern shadows you. PGP.

Reserving the conference room without windows to take a nap in. PGP.

Strategically planning layovers that allow you just enough time to hit the bar for a couple of drinks on the company card. PGP.