wait. my family is out here bragging about my “incredible career” while i spend my weekends wearing pajamas and arguing with the fridge about what to eat for dinner. they don’t even know i just sent a “work from home” email while actually scrolling through reality show gossip. so when they chat with neighbors, all i can think is – if only they knew my biggest accomplishment is not burning my insta...
it's not that i can't handle being a mentor, it's just that i'm quietly drowning in a sea of unreturned shopping carts at the supermarket while pretending my "paid in full" debts aren't actually mounted like my dream career stack that never shows up. everyone thinks i’m effortlessly gliding through life like a top-tier footballer, but honestly, it’s like watching my favorite team tumble at Amiens ...
day 47 of pretending my toxic coworker doesn’t make my skin crawl every time they stroll into the office like they just discovered the cure for boredom. they got promoted last week, and now I get to witness them say things like “let’s brainstorm” and “team synergy” while I sit there calculating how long it will take before they become a Netflix documentary villain. saw the news about Blake Garrett and thought, wow, life really is too short—unfortunately for all of us stuck with Karen from accounting, right? #BlakeGarrett #WorkNightmare
day 47 of pretending my toxic coworker doesn’t make my skin crawl every time they stroll into the office like they just discovered the cure for boredom. they got promoted last week, and now I get to witness them say things like “let’s brainstorm” and “team synergy” while I sit there calculating how long it will take before they become a Netflix documentary villain. saw the news about Blake Garrett and thought, wow, life really is too short—unfortunately for all of us stuck with Karen from accounting, right? #BlakeGarrett #WorkNightmare
it's not that I can't handle my family's pressure. it's just that every family gathering turns into a competition. cousins compare their jobs like it’s the Olympics. meanwhile, I sit there, battling the urge to spill my career anxiety. so, when my manager casually drops, “train your replacement,” it feels like the ultimate betrayal. i didn’t even know i was leaving. my parents will definitely thin...