The never ending guessing game about how much you think upper management makes. PGP.

I was so excited about getting this job. Now I’m only excited for lunch. PGP.

There’s nothing like pouring off-brand syrup on off-brand Eggo waffles to remind you that your college degree was abso-fucking-lutely worth it. PGP.

Your left arm being a little tanner than your right arm from spending so much time in the car during rush hour. PGP.

I haven’t spoken out loud to a single actual person today. PGP.

Weighing the price of attending a wedding against how much their friendship means to you. PGP.

Sure working at Initech was soul-crushing, and Lumbergh was a douche, but at least they got Hawaiian shirt Fridays. PGP.

Conference calls: where stupid questions are born, respect for coworkers is lost, and justification for happy hour is found. PGP.

Having a significantly better lifestyle while away on a business trip. PGP.

Shamelessly taking any and all handouts offered to you while visiting family back home. PGP.