Being able to relate to Dilbert Cartoons. PGP.

Pulled an all-nighter, and by all-nighter I mean I couldn’t sleep due to anxiety. PGP.

Had another dream about work last night. PGP.

I’m on a first name basis with all of the over the phone IT guys. PGP.

Having to create two different ESPN accounts so that your coworker’s group can’t see that you’re also affiliated with your college friend’s group called “Tiggo Bitties.” PGP.

I want to trash my office on the way out tonight and just ride off into the sunset a hero. PGP.

I just told someone to “join the team.” I feel like a little part of me has died. PGP.

Back to driving to work in the dark. PGP.

Had a dentist appointment this morning. Thanks to the laughing gas it was the highlight of my day. PGP.

Metamucil. PGP.

Nothing like the rush of starting and finishing a report 30 minutes before it’s due. PGP.

Did you get the bracket invite? PGP.

Took me until about 10AM to realize it was Thursday, not Friday. PGP.

There is a puddle of pee that accumulates under both urinals everyday by noon. PGP.

I have a case of the Mondays. PGP.

Blowing your nose with paper towels. PGP.

It took me four cups of coffee to realize that someone had brewed decaf in the regular color designated coffee pot. PGP.

“How’s your bracket looking?” PGP.

“Who do you have in your final four?” PGP.

I had to be talked into going out tonight. PGP.