That one anonymous, yet wonderful coworker who leaves the sports page in the bathroom stall. PGP.

A coworker is singing “Baby it’s cold outside” so now I have to, somehow, squeeze a murder into my schedule between conference calls. PGP.

My tax bracket says I make enough money to support myself. My bank account doesn’t agree. PGP.

“I can’t wait to go to bed tonight,” on a Friday. PGP.

Getting spot-swooped by your boss in the parking lot and not being able to do anything about it. PGP.

Your depressing pictures-to-followers ratio on Instagram. PGP.

Saying you “ran the numbers” when you added something up on a calculator. PGP.

If I was my boss, I’d probably fire me. PGP.

Mastering the art of the passive-aggressive email. PGP.

My overpaid boss has a “Life Is Good” sticker on his car. PGP.

I drove to work with socks on my hands this morning because I don’t own gloves. PGP.

Getting tech support from people who are less tech savvy than you. PGP.