I was so proud of myself for remembering to pack a lunch last night. I left it in the fridge this morning. PGP.

250 hours of PTO and nowhere to go. PGP.

Getting TSA Pre-Check and not being able to take advantage of the benefits because your home airport isn’t big enough. PGP.

Grabbing the wrong bag at Panera rapid pick up. PGP.

Swiping right on an obvious fake, just in case. PGP.

People who type the email content in the subject line. PGP.

Coffee and Cough Drops. PGP.

Reserving a conference room just to sit alone in the dark for 30 minutes. Fuck the open office concept. PGP.

My coworker responded “Thank you, master” in a group text with my boss. I’m not sure if I can take this anymore. PGP.

That knowing “you’re gonna go get fucked up, aren’t you?” look from your boss when you tell him you’re taking PTO to go to Vegas. PGP.