That awkward struggle when someone on the other side of a wooden door gets there at the same time as you do. PGP.

Splash-back from a high-powered sink making it look like you pissed yourself a little. PGP.

The elevator music pre-conference call triggers an ape-like rage within me every single time. PGP.

Only getting haircuts when Great Clips has their $6.99 special. PGP.

Every single napkin in my apartment was stolen from Subway. PGP.

Attempting to guess which person is breathing way too heavily on a conference call. PGP.

I do not give a flying f**k what the fox says. PGP.

Scrolling up and down a spreadsheet when a coworker walks by just to look like you’re engaged in your work. PGP.

Asking clients in other cities how the weather is over there. PGP.

Making a cup of coffee you won’t drink just so you can talk to the hot girl in the break room. PGP.

Keeping your headset on so your office mate wont strike up random, pointless conversation. PGP.

Totally effin’ stoked to get an hour of extra sleep when the time changes this weekend. PGP.