I go through no less than five fantasy scenarios about my office burning down during my lunch break. PGP.

Accidentally clicking on an ex’s LinkedIn profile, so now it looks like you’re stalking him or her. PGP.

A beautiful girl at the bar on Saturday said she recognized me from Tinder. I checked and we weren’t matched up. PGP.

Fell asleep during halftime and missed the dramatic comeback to last nights BCS National Championship Game. PGP.

Having to “curb your vocabulary” during work hours. PGP.

Everyone rushing to the office windows to discuss the sudden change in weather. PGP.

Being known for having the quickest “Ctrl + Tab” draw in the office. PGP.