Google is the only one outside of those with familial obligations that wished me a happy birthday. PGP.
Work Christmas party is a cash bar. PGP.
Calling “dibs” on the Master bedroom of the condo when traveling with your manager. PGPM.
I have literally zero control over how much I drink whenever I go out. PGP.
Just gave my two weeks during my annual performance review. DOBBY IS A FREE ELF. PGP.
Sitting in your cubicle, questioning why you didn’t get piss ass drunk on more random Tuesdays in college. PGP.
Never making it past a first date. PGP.
Contemplating a career change, six months into your new job. PGP.
Living paycheck-to-paycheck at your parents’ house. PGP.