The countdown to happy hour started at the end of last night’s happy hour. PGP.

Being subjected to sitting in the one chair that squeaks in the conference room during a meeting. PGP.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.

The looks you get when you have the sniffles during a meeting. PGP.

The awkward stare-down when walking down the hallway toward your boss. PGP.

Just learned I have to carry a separate business iPhone, making me look like the biggest douche of all-time. PGP.

I have to poop, and there’s a traffic jam. PGP.

Mastering the art of bullshitting a response to the infamous “What do you do for fun?” question because the real answer is “Anything that isn’t work related.” PGP.

Buying a plant for your cubicle because you heard it helps with depression. PGP.

Praying there’s a hot secretary when you drop something off at another company’s office. PGP.