Just trying to make it to lunch. PGP.

Performance review anxiety season. PGP.

The fake half-smile/head nod combo you give people in the hallways. PGP.

I’m starting to wish I was as successful, hardworking, and great as my cover letters say I am. PGP.

Sitting in your cubicle, questioning why you didn’t get piss ass drunk on more random Tuesdays in college. PGP.

Never making it past a first date. PGP.

Your boss making fun of your salary. PGP.

I hate it here. PGP.

Some girl at homecoming was trying to guess my age and said 35. I’m 27. PGP.

Getting a girlfriend was the best decision socially and worst decision financially. PGP.