The guy who doesn’t even pretend to care about making eye contact in the hallway. PGP.

Brooks Brothers taste on a JoS. A. Bank budget. PGP.

That moment of pure anguish right before getting out of your car in the morning. PGP.

The single pube on the top of the urinal. PGP.

I should probably start giving a shit. PGP.

Realizing you’d rather start at the bottom somewhere else than advance within your current organization. PGP.

College girls think I’m too told. Girls I meet out think I’m too young. PGP.

Labor Day can’t come soon enough. PGP.

Too slutty to work at Hobby Lobby. PGP.

The sense of impending doom that is returning to work after a holiday weekend. PGP.