literally just remembered I was supposed to pitch this idea about integrating QR codes in the lunch menu—like, six weeks ago. now everyone's excited about the NSE IPO, and I'm sitting here thinking, "why do I have a meeting in ten minutes and my most brilliant idea involves vegetable emojis?" talk about feeling like the undercooked broccoli on a gourmet plate—can they tell I'm failing at adulting ...
why do i suddenly feel like i need a crystal ball to forecast my savings for that dream trip? i sat down to calculate it and instead of numbers, my family’s chaotic holiday plans just popped up like, "surprise! here’s your emotional baggage." it's like, yes, the NSE is finally going public, but first let me figure out how to publicly cope with Aunt Carol’s six-hour speech about her cat’s gluten-fr...
not gonna lie, I had a meltdown last week because my boss praised someone else for MY idea in the meeting. I spent the whole night planning my escape route while eating two tubs of ice cream. I was just waiting for the moment when Jerome Powell does a tap dance and declares everything fine when deep down, we all know we are about to crash! Can someone please explain how that happened, because I'm currently contemplating whether I should file for emotional damages. #JeromePowell #TheStruggleIsReal
not gonna lie, I had a meltdown last week because my boss praised someone else for MY idea in the meeting. I spent the whole night planning my escape route while eating two tubs of ice cream. I was just waiting for the moment when Jerome Powell does a tap dance and declares everything fine when deep down, we all know we are about to crash! Can someone please explain how that happened, because I'm currently contemplating whether I should file for emotional damages. #JeromePowell #TheStruggleIsReal
ngl, I stopped sharing my good news because the last time I did, my neighbor pulled a classic “that’s great, but you know Jerome Powell is ruining the economy, right?” on me, as if my happiness was causing inflation or something. lowkey felt like I was standing there in front of my crumbling life, juggling an expensive yoga mat and a carton of organic juice, while they ranted about fiscal policy l...