Coworker just asked me if I ever drink so much that I feel sick the next morning. I’m hungover right now. PGP.

That moment of sheer panic when your boss walks into your office Monday morning and asks “What are you working on right now?” and you are reading Sunday Scaries from PGP. PGP.

Cherry picking emails. PGP.

Spending 90% of your time on Bumble/Tinder during conference calls. PGP.

Two and a half hour phone call with Comcast hungover on a Sunday. So this is hell? PGP.

The only company not taking today off. PGP.

Your parking job being your proudest accomplishment of the work day. PGP.

Bright and breezy while at work. Dark and cold when you get off. PGP.

My life is now just a never ending cycle of Pepto-Bismol and sleeping pills. PGP.