Yesterday was my boss’s birthday and we ate at a Brazilian steakhouse on the company card. Today was my birthday and I ate a Wendy’s baconator alone in my car. PGP.

Submitting one resume and immediately planning a life based around that potential job. PGP.

Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

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

I’ve been actively picking my nose at my desk for twenty minutes. PGP.

An overweight coworker telling you that your lunch is unhealthy. PGP.

Wishing your coworkers were hotter. PGP.

Getting the high score on the blood pressure monitor at your local CVS. PGP.

She’s office hot. PGP.