Getting anxiety anytime someone walks behind your desk… Even if you weren’t on Facebook. PGP.

Old job commute: 17 miles. New job commute: 3.8 miles. PGPM.

I am afraid of the hangover I’mgoing to get from a bachelor party two weeks from now. PGP.

My slow cooker is giving me false hope that I can actually cook. PGP.

The anxiety that hits when you enter a coworker’s office and they say “Close the door.” PGP.

“John is celebrating X years at ACME. Say congrats!” notifications. PGP.

Wanting clothes for Christmas. PGP.

Just lost the company an $11,000 sale because my Canadian client thought the event was in May instead of October. In two weeks. We’ve been talking since June. PGP.

Nothing fucks up your Friday more than realizing it’s only Wednesday. PGP.

When it smells like skunk outside the office and you’re not sure if there was an actual skunk or if the guy from IT has been smoking the chronic. PGP.