Any time someone emails me with a question, it takes every ounce of my will power not to answer, “I have no fucking idea, dude.” PGP.

Getting a call for an interview, but having no clue what it’s for because you’ve applied to so many jobs. PGP.

The looks you get when you have the sniffles during a meeting. PGP.

The awkward stare-down when walking down the hallway toward your boss. PGP.

Just learned I have to carry a separate business iPhone, making me look like the biggest douche of all-time. PGP.

One of the women in my office wants me to do a squat challenge with her. PGP.

If you’re ridiculously busy and your day still drags, that’s when you know you truly hate your job. PGP.

When getting up from your desk rips out your earbuds, thus broadcasting sports radio to your entire office. PGP.

Wishing your coworkers were hotter. PGP.

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