That point in your job where your day revolves around nothing but looking for a new job. PGP.

My married friends invited me to their house about an “opportunity”…which resembles a pyramid. PGP.

The realization that you are becoming one of your parents. PGP.

Cringing at the mere suggestion of doing shots. PGP.

Seeing a naive college senior studying an LSAT book at a coffee shop while you are studying for the Bar Exam and saying, “I seriously wouldn’t recommend doing that.” PGP.

Every time I have to use an exclamation point in an email, I die a little inside. PGP.

Could I borrow you for a sec? PGP.

Credit card roulette. PGP.

Growing to love the buzz of the fluorescent lighting in your office. PGP.

Hanging your $80,000 diploma in an 8×8 cubicle. PGP.