All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t make me give a flying fuck again. PGP.

Your boss asking you what to get his kid for their birthday. PGP.

Having to get back to work right when you get in the groove of Flappy Bird. PGP.

The empty cubicle has now become the wall of delivery menus. PGP.

Leaving the office at 5:02 so you don’t look like the jackasses that leave right at 5:00. PGP.

Getting rejected for a volunteer position. PGP.

“Summer” photo albums on Facebook where girls are fully clothed. PGP.

That moment when you realize nearly every Olympian is younger than you. PGP.

The point in the day where the only thing left to do is stare at the screen until you can go home. PGP.

My drug dealer from college still makes more money than me. PGP.

Turning the heat above 65 is just showing off. PGP.

When the promise of free cake drives you to endure the awkward happy birthday chorus for a coworker. PGP.