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

Regretting the promotion you took because it drastically reduced your internet browsing time. PGP.

Telling your mom you’re “having Italian tonight” as you open a bag of pizza rolls. PGP.

Drunken conversations about how we’re all “one idea away” from being millionaires. PGP.

Female coworkers discussing Valentine’s Day plans two fucking weeks ahead of time. PGP.

Going to a meeting in a bad mood because of Flappy Bird. PGP.

I literally fist pump when I walk into the bathroom and no one else is in there. PGP.

Entered a company weight loss challenge and gained weight. PGP.

Relying on trashy Facebook friends from your hometown to make you feel better about yourself. PGP.

Being the eleventh wheel on NYE. PGP.