so i spent 30 minutes searching for a pen to sign for a package that was just some random knockoff toaster, like why do i even need to sign my life away for a thing that looks like it’s going to set my bread on fire. all my siblings sent their love from afar while i’m over here trying to figure out if a four-slice toaster counts as “full coverage” for emotional support.
just finished this intense show and now i am just sitting here staring at the wall feeling weirdly empty, like what am i even supposed to do with myself? also, i remembered my neighbor has those amazing lights outside for the holidays and like, mine are still in the attic from last year or whenever and now i feel broke about it all for no real reason.
so my boss just casually mentions i've been classified as a contractor for three years and wow, no benefits or pay for all that time. like cool, thanks for the free trial of misery, i should have read the fine print on this nightmare contract instead of blindly hustling like it’s an Olympic sport or something.
so my boss just casually mentions i've been classified as a contractor for three years and wow, no benefits or pay for all that time. like cool, thanks for the free trial of misery, i should have read the fine print on this nightmare contract instead of blindly hustling like it’s an Olympic sport or something.
the austin police are too busy with their heads in the sand while a shooter's out there doing the unthinkable, pathetic! and waymo blocking ambulances is just another example of technology failing when we need it most, totally disgraceful!