“I want it on my desk by Monday morning.” PGP.

Prop bets on which friend’s baby will cry first at the Super Bowl party, and whose pregnant wife will make him leave first. PGP.

Finally have three years of work under my belt, so I can now apply for other entry level jobs that required 3-5 years of experience. PGP.

Having to take your headphones out every time someone walks up to your desk. PGP.

Got birthday money. Bought new sheets with it. PGP.

I should have listened to my mother. PGP.

I’m just here so I don’t get fired. PGP.

Dr. Pepper not putting his degree to use.

Thinking about all the souls that have been devoured within these walls. PGP.

Afraid to pregame the company party with my coworkers because they still don’t know that I am a complete degenerate. PGP.