The queue of unaccepted friend requests from older coworkers on Facebook. PGP.

The different days of the week losing all meaning because you regularly work through the weekend. PGP.

Greatest perk of going stag to your company’s holiday party: not having to introduce your date to coworkers whose names you can’t remember. PGP.

I didn’t get the hot stylist at Great Clips. PGP.

The walk-of-shame-like vibe around the office on the Monday after the company holiday party. PGP.

Can’t tell if there’s a small earthquake taking place, or I’ve had too much coffee. PGP.

This year’s holiday gift from the firm is an umbrella. PGP.

Everybody’s working for the weekend. PGP.

Spending years climbing to the top of the totem pole only to dive head first into the corporate shark tank. PGP.

The loaner car being nicer than your actual car. PGP.

Every time I insert a smiley face into an email, I die a little more inside. PGP.

The middle-aged coworker using a hit pop song from three years ago as their ringtone. PGP.