Considering writing a passive aggressive note on your RSVP to a destination wedding. PGP.

Still haven’t won any free lunches with my business cards. PGP.

Hoarding random shit in your desk that will never be of any real use. PGP.

Forced conversations about the weather in the elevator. PGP.

Being jealous of the sleeping homeless people you pass each morning. PGP.

Considering selling meth like Walter White. PGP.

No, I will not give you an extra Candy Crush life. PGP.

Heading home from the bar early on Saturday night because you have yardwork to do in the morning. PGP.

The sickening feeling you get from the sight of the “low fuel” light in your car. PGP.

Constantly losing pens. PGP.

Highly considering seducing your boss to keep your job. PGP.

When your inbox is a total shit storm after taking Friday off. PGP.