Having more laundry than quarters. PGP.

Making clicking noises with your mouse and hitting random shit on your keyboard to make it seem like you’re busy. PGP.

This is my cubicle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. PGP.

Regretting the decision you made on Friday to “take care of it on Monday.” PGP.

Not dating someone because they have the same name as your boss. PGP.

Slept too much on Sunday. Couldn’t fall asleep even close to a decent time on Sunday night. PGP.

The weather doesn’t matter, because it’s always the same temperature in your office. PGP.

“You look great! Have you been working out?” Nope. Just can’t afford food. PGP.

Desperately wanting to find the person who left their massive, un-flushed turd and punch them in the face. PGP.

Caring exponentially more about fantasy football than your job. PGP.

Looking at your pay statement and imagining all the things you could buy with the money taken out for taxes. PGP.

Getting through the office VMA discussion by citing things you saw on social media because you passed out half way through it. PGP.