That awkward moment when another male coworker tries to fix your tie. PGP.

Sitting in your boss’s burp cloud. PGP.

Forgetting your work number when leaving a voicemail to a client. PGP.

The regret of syncing your work email with your personal cell phone. PGP.

The slot in your wallet that has been filled by a grocery store rewards card. PGP.

Told myself I was eating a salad for lunch. Ordered a burger. PGP.

That terrified feeling when you get a call on your cell phone from the office number. PGP.

Being able to tell if it’s your boss passing your cubicle just by the sound of the footsteps. PGP.

The guy who unnecessarily hits “reply all” in every email chain. PGP.

Doing the absolute bare minimum in everything required of you. PGP.

Shamelessly scalping drink tickets at social networking events. PGP.

Overhearing a coworker’s conversation with the pediatrician about her 3-year-old’s urinary tract infection. PGP.