Black coffee. Black pants. Black laptop. Black pen. Black soul. PGP.

So what you’re to telling me is that eating leftover Chipotle in bed on a Friday night isn’t turning up? PGP.

BACK SEAT, WINDOWS UP…is how I arrive at work in my carpool. PGP.

Made lunch today and gave myself food poisoning. PGP.

Getting called sir or ma’am by someone only a few years younger than you. #PGP

Submitting one resume and immediately planning a life based around that potential job. PGP.

People my age are buying houses, and I’m still trying to budget out groceries. PGP.

Don’t trust anyone who can take a work dump in less than 8 minutes. PGP.

I think I may be the epitome of what’s wrong with this generation. PGP.

Coming out of a meeting with a new title, more responsibility, and the exact same pay. PGP.