Melatonin to sleep. Coffee to wake up. Red Bull to maintain. PGP.

Having more hanging clothes than closet space. PGP.

The five minutes sitting in your car in the parking lot thinking how great it would feel to be asleep before you walk into the office. PGP.

“This is the week that I get it together.” – Me, Every Monday. PGP.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. PGP.

The paralyzing terror of seeing an email with a subject in all capital letters. PGP.

Mastering the art of making up stories on the fly for those interview questions that begin with “Describe a situation when you…” PGP.

Having your driver’s license number memorized. PGP.

Finally understanding where the stapler guy in Office Space was coming from. PGP.

Go home. You’re employed. PGP.

Whatever day of the week it is being an acceptable answer to “How’s it going?” PGP.

Wondering if the janitor does anything to your workstation after cleaning the mess you leave behind daily. PGP.