“Let’s workshop that issue.” PGP.

Fearing for your life every time you drive as your car you’ve had from high school slowly dies on you. PGP.

I’ve been working here for 10 months and it’s only today that I realized the company name in my email signature is misspelled. PGP.

There’s nothing like pouring off-brand syrup on off-brand Eggo waffles to remind you that your college degree was abso-fucking-lutely worth it. PGP.

Coughing and sneezing as loudly as possible in hopes that your boss will send you home for the day. PGP.

Your left arm being a little tanner than your right arm from spending so much time in the car during rush hour. PGP.

Ironically, my office communicator has said “Busy” all day. PGP.

Buying everyone donuts so they’ll think that was the reason you were late. PGP.

Still hungover from MDW. PGP.

Working 60, getting paid for 40. PGP.