I just got my bank statement, and honestly, it felt like a punch to the gut. How do I owe $75 for an overdraft fee on an account that I was convinced was still alive? I just paid rent, which was a whole paycheck plus some side hustle money from dog walking. Do I really need to decide between groceries and my electricity bill again? Who thought it was a good idea to charge 15 dollars for a smoothie...
you ever text the wrong person and suddenly feel like your whole life is a poorly made sitcom? last month, i was trying to update my siblings on my dad's condition while juggling meds and a crying phone call from a friend. somehow, i ended up sending a photo of my dad snoozing in his hospital bed—like, a real candid moment, complete with drool—to my boss instead of my sister. my phone vibrated imm...
i thought my life was over when the doctor called. the dread hung over me like a storm cloud. but somehow, the tests came back clear. my landlord accepted my late rent and didn’t even give me the usual speech about it being a "business decision." even my boss didn’t blink when I asked for a day off. I cannot believe it worked out - like getting an upgrade to first class while the universe was ready to toss me into the back row.
i thought my life was over when the doctor called. the dread hung over me like a storm cloud. but somehow, the tests came back clear. my landlord accepted my late rent and didn’t even give me the usual speech about it being a "business decision." even my boss didn’t blink when I asked for a day off. I cannot believe it worked out - like getting an upgrade to first class while the universe was ready to toss me into the back row.
honestly, i thought getting laid off from Google would feel like a weight lifted. instead, it just exposed the emptiness of my entire life. my friends are either deep in crypto or still in tech, and i’m stuck using my old work laptop to apply for jobs that pay half my last salary. i replay the moment i decided to take a leap and leave a stable career every single night. what’s more exhausting: job...