When all the Christmas party invitations come in, I’m like:

When faced with the reality of getting ready, traveling, and networking at said Christmas parties, I’m like:

When rumor has it that Congress will adjourn a week early, I’m like:

When Congress can’t get its shit together, I’m like:

When the office party comes at me hot, I’m like:

When it’s mandatory I come into work the day after the Christmas party, I’m like:

When my vacation request to go home for Christmas gets approved, I’m like:

When I see how much flights home are, I’m like:

When I walk onto the plane, I’m like:

When my seat is next to a family with small children, I’m like:

When I finally make it home, I’m like:

When my mom starts makings “subtle” hints about getting married and having children I’m like:

When my family starts discussing why Trump wouldn’t be so bad after all, I’m like:

When my parents ask when I’m moving back home, I’m like:

Because me and DC are like:

And eventually I’m like: