Finally have three years of work under my belt, so I can now apply for other entry level jobs that required 3-5 years of experience. PGP.

Calling “dibs” on the Master bedroom of the condo when traveling with your manager. PGPM.

The flash of panic you get when settling into your favorite stall only to realize your phone is still on your desk. PGP.

Empathizing with Gandhi when you have to wait until 12:45 for lunch. PGP.

Shower coffee. PGP.

Planning my afternoon nap as soon as my alarm goes off at 7. PGP.

Frank Ricard forgetting his birthday. PGP.

The kief catcher on my grinder is the closest thing I have to a savings account. PGP.