Blasting “Hell’s Bells” while driving to an interview. PGP.

Getting shin splints from stop-and-go traffic. PGP.

Identifying with George Costanza. PGP.

Having a rush hour crush. PGP.

Taking sodas home from the break room only to use as chasers. PGP.

The office hot chick immediately going from an 8 to a 2 at a public happy hour…

Finally understanding the real meaning of “everybody’s working for the weekend”

I go to the office gym twice a day…because my secret poop place is in the men’s locker room. PGP.