Three-day weekend means my credit card bill is through the roof. PGP.

Realizing you’d rather start at the bottom somewhere else than advance within your current organization. PGP.

This morning, I had a bag of airline peanuts for breakfast from a flight I had last week. PGP.

Can’t tell if Tinder is broken or if no women within a 10 mile radius are interested in having sex with me. PGP.

My cable went out during Jeopardy last night. PGP.

Thinking to yourself “…there’s no way this can be right,” when your bank account hits four digits. PGP.

My college girlfriend telling me, “You don’t have fun anymore”. PGP.

Participating in the company blood drive only to duck out of work for a few hours. PGP.

The simultaneous group of pings around the office when a conversation starts to unfold in the company group chat app. PGP.

Been tired since 2009. PGP.