Loathing the receptionist and her daily slap in the face: “Good morning, how are you?” PGP.

Being self-conscious while actually doing work, because you’re worried that you don’t LOOK busy enough. PGP.

I literally just had to teach a woman how to refresh her web browser. I have lost all hope for the day and it isn’t even noon. PGP.

Being too old for Panama city, and too poor for Las Vegas. PGP.

Awkwardly walking away because you don’t know how to end your small talk at the water cooler. PGP.

Got into car accident. Instead of having my life flash before my eyes, my last thought before impact was “Shit, is my car insurance gonna go up?” PGP.

Blasting a workout playlist with Rage Against the Machine and Skrillex on it while laboring through a 30-minute elliptical session. PGP.

Contemplating doing a line of Emergen-C during flu season. PGP.

People immediately assuming you work in a remedial sales position because you’re a recent graduate. PGP.

Bringing headphones to the restroom so you can maintain solitude if someone begins to destroy the stall next to you. PGP.

Simultaneously loathing and envying undergrads. PGP.

Pretending to be knowledgeable about wine. PGP.