Really struggling through the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show hangover right now. PGP.

Requiring a sticky note to remind you to do the most important part of your job each day. PGP.

Social media constantly reminding you how well your ex is doing. PGP.

It’s frightening how comfortable I’ve become with faking any interest in small talk. PGP.

Having to “play through the pain” from an injury to your mouse hand. PGP.

Hearing about the commute of every individual person that made it in during a snow storm. PGP.

Secretary told me “booze” wasn’t an acceptable gift to fill out on Secret Santa cards. PGP.

Perfecting your fake laugh before the company Christmas party. PGP.

Just when you forget about a guy, he shows up on your LinkedIn “People You May Know.” PGP.

Preliminary examination of the left index finger of female clients. PGP.

It’s 3:30 – time for the lady next to me to get on the phone with her husband and figure out what they’re doing for dinner. PGP.

Only getting Christmas day off. PGP.