World needs plenty of bartenders. PGP.

Legitimately asking cashiers “How’s your day going?” not out of politeness, but because I’m so eager to interact with anybody outside of my office. PGP.

Debating a vasectomy after watching my boss’s kid for a half hour. PGP.

It’s Tuesday. I’m still hungover from Saturday. PGP.

Walking to the vending machine Friday afternoon and wishing you could have a Budweiser instead of a Coke. PGP.

Developing carpal tunnel at age 22. PGP.

Anyone that signs their emails with “Cheers” can go to hell. PGP.

My paycheck bounced. PGP.

That audible sigh of relief when you find out that everyone’s least-favorite person isn’t coming in today. PGP.

Day dreaming about sex in my morning meeting. PGP.