Trading in the beer shits for the coffee ones. PGP.

Passing on the donuts as they go around the conference room, but binge eating them alone in the file room. PGP.

When mowing the lawn becomes your workout. PGP.

Looking at sleeping bums with envy as you walk to work in the morning. PGP.

At least the obnoxiously loud construction going on outside is drowning out the voices of my coworkers. PGP.