The sense of impending doom that is returning to work after a holiday weekend. PGP.

My coworkers always think I’m hungover when I’m really just tired. I wish I was as cool as they think. PGP.

Honestly missing writing political science papers because at least then you were thinking. PGP.

“Have a great J4!” Please cut it the fuck out with the weird abbreviations that no one uses. PGP.

Watching Spongebob with my nephew and exclusively identifying with Squidward. PGP.

Going into empty conference rooms to rip farts. PGP.

My boss says, “See you tomorrow?” instead of “See you tomorrow.” PGP.

Spending more money on food at the gas station than the grocery store. PGP.

Going from fraternity secrets to office secrets. PGP.

Having to wait until your lunch break for Friday hangover brunch. PGP.