Why is it that the only time I’m motivated to go to the gym is between 9am and 5pm? PGP.

The 8:05am “I gotta get the fuck out of this place” panic attack. PGP.

The “I’m not trying to bash teachers…” preface before laying into them for complaining about pay when they get two months and all major holidays off. PGP.

When your boss describes your title as an “entry level position,” in front of you. PGP.

Coming to terms with the inevitability of meeting my future wife at a bar. PGP.

Immediately crumpling up your ATM receipt to avoid seeing your account balance. PGP.

Coming to the haunting conclusion that two years of experience and a Finance degree still isn’t enough for employers. PGP.

Getting a new match on Tinder gives me the same false promise that my degree did. PGP.

That 10am Bio 101 class doesn’t seem so bad anymore. PGP.

Saving your college ID for its discounts until you land a big boy job. PGP.