Pregaming your annual performance review with a Xanax. PGP.

Moved to a new town for work. The only person I talk to outside of work is my leasing agent. PGP.

A middle aged divorced female co-worker called her new boy toy “bae” today. PGP.

One roommate is a car salesman and the other is a server. Both make more than I do, and I have an engineering degree. PGP.

The guy without a college degree making twice as much as me. PGP.

Started upper-middle class now I’m poor. PGP.

I’ve gone out six Saturdays in a row. I need to cool it this weekend. PGP.

I need to get new friends, but I won’t. PGP.

People you’ve never met endorsing you on LinkedIn. PGP.

Dreaming about retirement three years into the workforce. PGP.