Getting a text from a friend asking, “What are you doing this this weekend?” at 11am on a Tuesday. PGP.

Repeatedly explaining basic Microsoft Office commands to older coworkers. PGP.

“College me” would beat the shit out of “post grad me.” PGP.

Wishing your coworkers were hotter. PGP.

Having nightmares about oversleeping for work. PGP.

The later the lunch, the shorter the afternoon. PGP.

Having to look the cleaning guy in the eye after exiting a stall. PGP.

Any activity outside of your daily norm being classified as “exercise.” PGP.

The vultures that emerge from their hell holes when someone sends a mass email advertising leftovers in the break room. PGP.

Mowing the yard for exercise. PGP.