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

Those nights when “dinner” is half a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, a row of Thin Mints, and a full serving of shame. PGP.

Forgetting your headphones at home the day your office-mate decides to have a 30 minute phone call in Mandarin. PGP.

Passive aggressively CC’ing someone’s manager on an email. PGP.

Tinder is in the “Games” folder on my iPhone, and that’s exactly where it should be. PGP.

The term “dropped the ball.” PGP.

I’ve learned how to sleep sitting up. PGP.

The excitement of your college buddies coming to visit being overshadowed by the fear of the hit to your bank account. PGP.

At work, daydreaming about what I want to be when I grow up. PGP.