Today I watched someone in my office walk out of the shitter, bypass the sink without a second look, and go straight to the break room to grab a donut. PGP.

Living vicariously through people who put in their two weeks notice. PGP.

My 30-year-old boyfriend can’t keep up with my family’s alcohol tolerance. PGP.

Realizing how expensive health insurance is when you turn 26. PGP.

Boss called me while I was out of the office at a dentist appointment, and I actually considered picking up while my dentist had his hands in my mouth. PGP.

I’ve been at the office so long, it doesn’t feel like I’m wearing deodorant, anymore. PGP.

I’ve been at the office for almost 3 hours now and still don’t have anything to work on. PGP.

The amount of anxiety that comes with deciding whether to sign your email off with “Best,”, “Best regards,”, or “Cheers,”. PGP.

My afternoon has consisted of Excel and the repetitive IRS hold music. PGP.

The thousand yard stare you blankly give your monitor while fantasizing about a rich and exotic lifestyle far removed from the mundane chore of the 9-5 work week. PGP.