That moment when you finish your lunch and realize you have nothing to look forward to for the next 4.5 hours. PGP.

The panic you feel when your boss asks, “So what have you been working on?” PGP.

Earning $0.01 on your savings account. PGP.

I can’t imagine how tired I’d be if I actually worked 40 hours. PGP.

Found my boss’s daughter on Tinder. Hopefully screwing me is a family affair. PGP.

Dedicating the hour before your boss comes in to playing on your phone. PGP.

Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

The countdown to happy hour started at the end of last night’s happy hour. PGP.

Being subjected to sitting in the one chair that squeaks in the conference room during a meeting. PGP.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.