just realized my family found my social media while searching for "shreyas iyer india t20i squad". like, they didn’t even comment on my posts about hot dog fingers and the mysterious jar of pickles in my fridge. they just looked at me with this blank stare, and i swear my entire existence flashed before my eyes. now i'm literally stressing about them digging up that cringe rant i made about wantin...
honestly, the last holiday dinner turned into an intervention about my life choices, and I didn't even bring the weird green bean casserole everyone hates. as my family pointed out the obvious, I kept thinking about how michael porter jr. probably doesn’t have to endure this level of drama and he's literally just trying to play ball. then I started manifesting that maybe, just maybe, if I keep say...
it's not that i mind training my replacement. it's just that nobody told me i was LEAVING. did my resignation slip get lost in the "oops" pile next to the broken coffee machine? now i'm training someone who might sit in my chair... while i watch from the corner with a bag of chips. #workplacewhims #whoevenamI
it's not that i mind training my replacement. it's just that nobody told me i was LEAVING. did my resignation slip get lost in the "oops" pile next to the broken coffee machine? now i'm training someone who might sit in my chair... while i watch from the corner with a bag of chips. #workplacewhims #whoevenamI
wait—so my manager scheduled a 'quick chat' for Friday at four PM. naturally, I prepared for the worst, drafting an email to my goldfish about the pending doom. just when I thought I had visualized the ending, it turns out she wanted to talk about an OFFICE PLANT she’s naming after me—she thought it would be nice to have a living tribute. my life really peaked at 'plant in a pot' for being indispe...