the way that taril share price just skyrocketed while i'm over here trying to figure out if i'm even capable of adulting is downright tragic. ngl, it feels like a personal attack, like the universe is mocking my cereal-for-dinner existence. idk how to feel about stocks jumping when my relationship just plummeted harder than my interest in anything except existential dread. what a time to be alive....
it's not that i’m ungrateful for the *new workload* post-layoffs, it's just—like, if robert downey jr. can have a whole *convoy of trailers* on set, why can't my boss get me a second cup of coffee without snickering at my sob story? i keep working through my breakdowns and dreaming about living in a trailer buffet, but instead i’m staring at spreadsheets while actively plotting a great resignation...
my family group chat has turned into a season of reality TV that i didn't sign up for. like, how does everyone suddenly have STRONG opinions on what shade of beige my wall should be? are we debating home decor or prepping for the apocalypse? i was just here to share a meme but now i'm dodging passive-aggressive comments and it's giving me existential dread... like, am i the villain here?
my family group chat has turned into a season of reality TV that i didn't sign up for. like, how does everyone suddenly have STRONG opinions on what shade of beige my wall should be? are we debating home decor or prepping for the apocalypse? i was just here to share a meme but now i'm dodging passive-aggressive comments and it's giving me existential dread... like, am i the villain here?
it's not that i can’t relate to gypsy rose's life changes, it's just that i got suckered into this ‘trust the process’ career advice nonsense last week only to be treated like the office plant that everyone forgets to water, like they dropped the ‘team player’ ball hard, and here i am sitting at my desk fantasizing about what kind of overpriced cake i'll serve when i finally quit because it would ...