Wanting clothes for Christmas. PGP.

Nothing fucks up your Friday more than realizing it’s only Wednesday. PGP.

Trying to adult the Monday after a weekend at your alma mater. PGP.

Chasing heart burn medication with Miller High Life. PGP.

Hungover from drinking all day Sunday by myself. PGP.

“Accepting a new offer, giving 2 weeks” kind of a day. PGPowerMove.

The older colleague who has zero power over you but finds cause to walk by and look disapprovingly at your computer screen at least once a day. PGP.

When you want to search for a new job but don’t want to go through the trouble of updating your resume. PGP.