my workload has doubled and my productivity has nosedived—kinda like Stefon Diggs's career decisions after all this drama. last week i spent an hour in the break room pretending to organize my snacks instead of crying about my collapsing life. do i want to manifest getting paid for all this stress? absolutely. do i really believe something good will come out of all of this? maybe—my boss just aske...
lmao, just found out my coworker got promoted to my boss and I accidentally locked eyes with the break room toaster like it understands the trauma. now I'm taking notes on my dreams for when they ask me about team-building ideas, not realizing my last good idea was a detailed theory on why pickles are the best fruit... I should probably rethink my life choices.
it's 2am and i was researching different types of dirt for my collection, obviously vital information. in the frenzy of my quest, i accidentally sent a screenshot of my findings to the person who has NEVER even shown interest in dirt. they replied with a thumbs up and now i can't tell if they think i'm brilliant or if they plan to call the authorities on my "dirt obsession". guess my TED talk on s...