The colleague who uses the royal “we” to refer to your company, despite having only worked there for a short time. PGP.

The electronic card reader broke while they were ringing up my takeout food. I had to wait while they manually imprinted a carbon copy of my card like it was the Middle Ages. PGP.

‘Tis the season of antlers and Rudolph noses on SUVs. PGP.

Dropping by your company’s Christmas party to “make an appearance.” PGP.

I can name every “Little Women” character in today’s Google doodle. I’m a guy. PGP.

Just learned that my favorite brand of boxers is no longer being manufactured. PGP.

The salesman showing me dress shirts made me describe to him what I do for a living. PGP.

Got caught taking a personal phone call in my building’s stairwell. PGP.

Working in your hometown. PGP.

The older colleague who has zero power over you but finds cause to walk by and look disapprovingly at your computer screen at least once a day. PGP.