The back of my cube is a wall, so no one can see my screen. I feel like a god. PGP.

Hearing “look who finally decided to show up today” from three different people after being only five minutes late. PGP.

The thought of sleeping in tomorrow is making me giddy. PGP.

Introvert in the office. Extrovert in literally every other aspect of my life. PGP.

Legitimately asking cashiers “How’s your day going?” not out of politeness, but because I’m so eager to interact with anybody outside of my office. PGP.

Making less money than your parents pay in taxes. PGP.

I’m old enough to remember when Facebook required you to have a .edu email address to become a member. PGP.

It’s that time of year, where you drive to and from work and see absolutely no sunlight. PGP.

My credit card was declined on a first date. PGP.

At this point, I could consider myself a born again virgin. PGP.