Dude in the stall beside me was shamelessly blaring gangster rap from his phone. PGPM for him. PGP for me.

Someone forgot to turn off the coffee pot after killing it. PGP.

Constantly minimizing the ESPN tab when you hear footsteps. PGP.

Learned to say “not my job” before learning what my job actually was. PGP

I’ll be in bed before my team has even called the coin toss tonight.

Explaining to an older coworker what a meme is.

I’m most self-conscience about the abnormally high number of icons on my desktop. PGP.