A summer consisting of emails, phone calls and spreadsheets instead of beer, babes and beaches. PGP.

Coming home to eat leftovers on your couch in your underwear and watch Netflix. PGP.

Want to date, but too tired to ever go out and find someone. PGP.

1:”Hows it going” 2:”Just livin’ the dream.” PGP.

I have way more money in my 401k than my bank account. They swore I wouldn’t even miss it. PGP.

Dying a little more inside each time you make eye contact with a hopeful, eager interviewee. PGP.

My boss just asked if I’ve heard the song “What does the fox say?” PGP.

I don’t know if I’m terrible at budgeting or if I’m just not making enough money. PGP.

Getting yelled at for not responding to an email your boss forgot to send in the first place. PGP.

That soul crushing moment when you realize the report you’ve been working on for the last month will be glanced at once. If you’re lucky. PGP.