That one guy who tells you inappropriate jokes simply because you are the youngest guy in the office. PGP.

When you start actively checking the left hand ring finger. PGP.

My work email isn’t broken. I’m just not important. 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.

The looks you get when you have the sniffles during a meeting. PGP.

The awkward stare-down when walking down the hallway toward your boss. PGP.

One of the women in my office wants me to do a squat challenge with her. PGP.