A feeling of absolute rage and hollow sense of defeat upon being told about the mandatory 4:30 Friday meeting. PGP.

It’s a “fuck it, let the intern deal with it” kinda Friday. PGP.

Really excited about the leftovers I brought for lunch today, you guys. PGP.

Praying your check goes in at midnight to cover your “Thirsty Thursday” bar tab. PGP.

1: “Why do they even have the sort from High to Low option?” 2: “To make you feel poor.” PGP.

Searching your conference call host on LinkedIn only to discover they’re not as hot as they sounded. PGP.

The only PEDs I’ve been accused of taking are coffee and Metamucil. PGP.

Pushing the definition of “entertaining clients” to the limit on your company card. PGP.

Not announcing yourself when you join a conference call, and sheepishly stating your name when asked, “Who just joined?” PGP.

I think my neighbors are swingers, but I’m afraid to ask because it might just be Amway. PGP.