There’s actually a guy on my team who asks permission to use the bathroom. He’s in his mid 40s, has a wife, kids, and owns a house. PGP.

I’m not sure what’s worse: having to explain what Snapchat is to your boss, or getting caught Snapchatting at your desk in the first place. PGP.

My boss, who probably makes five times what I make, just won an iPad in the company raffle. He also mentioned that he already had one at home. Luck him. PGP.

That guy at work who emails out the YouTube link to the GEICO hump day commercial every Wednesday. PGP.

I can hear someone clipping their nails in a different cube. Kill me. PGP.

“Did you try rebooting your computer?” PGP.

Actually submitting Lean Cuisine “Delicious Rewards” codes in exchange for coupons for free meals. PGP.

Having a predetermined spot in your desk drawer for plastic forks and napkins. PGP.

The vultures that emerge from their hell holes when someone sends a mass email advertising leftovers in the break room. PGP.

Falling asleep on top of a pile of clothes you just washed because you’re too lazy to fold them. PGP.