Coworkers openly tweeting about looking for a new job. PGP.

When your manager reschedules your 1-on-1 to Friday at 4pm. PGP.

Spending the week between graduation and work buying and assembling the cheapest IKEA living room possible while drinking Sailor Jerry on the floor. PGP.

I give up. PGP.

Spending more time deciding what you are going to have for lunch than actually working. PGP.

“Congratulations, your LinkedIn Profile had 1 view last week.” PGP.

I created an entire imaginary future based on the one job application I just filled out. PGP.

My parents unknowingly crushed me by canceling their HBO subscription. PGP.

1: “Does the coffee taste bad to you this morning?” 2: “It tastes bad every morning.” PGP.

I no longer care if a client sees that I looked them up on LinkedIn right after a call to see if they are hot or not. PGP.