That moment of anxiety between logging into your bank account and waiting for the page to load. PGP.

Needing 2-3 years experience for every entry level job, which makes absolutely no sense. PGP.

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

“Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know.” PGP.

For Lent, I’m giving up. Like in general, just giving up. PGP.

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

I’m pretty sure I would be 30% more productive if I saw daylight more. 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.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.