The song ” I don’t fuck with you” accurately describes how I feel about my coworkers. PGP.

Doing laps around my office floor to up my step count on the iPhone Health app. PGP.

I’m the only one in the office who can fix the copier when it jams. That’s real job security.

In my office bracket, I’m losing to the girl that has never watched basketball before in her life. PGP.

I had Iowa State in the Final Four. PGP.

Margaritas give me acid reflux now.

I can’t grill because I live in an apartment. PGP.

Forgetting to turn your volume down while watching the Spring Break story on snapchat while at work.

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 got Kentucky taking it in all of my brackets. PGP.