Working 60, getting paid for 40. PGP.

Mastering the art of looking busy and maintaing zero productivity. PGP.

I give up. PGP.

I’ve got a case of the Tuesdays. PGP.

Watching so much Netflix on a three day weekend that you actually start to miss work. PGP.

Frantically turning the volume down when what you thought was just an ESPN article turns out to be a video. PGP.

The excitement of your college buddies coming to visit being overshadowed by the fear of the hit to your bank account. PGP.

At work, daydreaming about what I want to be when I grow up. PGP.

Being a democrat in college and a republican after your first paycheck. PGP.

I just saw a bird crash into the window, break its neck, and fall to it’s death. Lucky bastard. PGP.