My middle aged cubemate is blasting Nickelback at 8 a.m. Good morning to me. PGP.

I haven’t gotten a work email in two weeks. PGP.

When STD stands for “Save The Date” and not “Sexually Transmitted Disease.” PGP.

Getting your over the counter meds from the first aid cabinet at the office. PGP.

My resolutions for 2014 have become my resolutions for 2015. PGP.

My favorite gift this year was the Sonicare my mom got me. PGP.

It’s lunchtime and I just realized my shirt is on inside out. PGP.

Waiting for your boss’s boss to leave so your boss will leave so you can leave. PGP.

My life is now basically just waiting until I get to go to sleep again and then not being able to fall asleep when that time comes. PGP.

Your coworkers assuming your corpse-like state is from weekend partying, not actually being sick. PGP.