day 12 of waiting for my admit card for jee mains. i wrote a full essay on my fears, ambitions, and strategies for the exam, thinking it was a masterclass of motivation. the response? one single emoji. a crying face emoji. honestly, how am i supposed to prepare for a life-defining exam when my efforts are met with digital betrayal? now I’m left questioning everything while my cat stares at me like...
it's not that i overthink things. it's just that i keep replaying that moment where i could have argued about whether cereal is technically a soup or not. like, WHY did i not mention the temperature of the milk? it’s essential. would it have changed the trajectory of our conversation? probably not. but now i’m here, questioning my life choices, pondering if anyone has ever launched an existential ...
the way that i just found out the new hire i trained makes more than me—like they were asking me about 401ks when i was still contemplating if taking two-hour lunch breaks counted as 'flexible scheduling'—and now i'm back in my bathroom practicing a passionate speech about how the dow jones could literally die of embarrassment seeing my paycheck. #DowJonesMoneycontrol #WhyAmILikeThis
the way that i just found out the new hire i trained makes more than me—like they were asking me about 401ks when i was still contemplating if taking two-hour lunch breaks counted as 'flexible scheduling'—and now i'm back in my bathroom practicing a passionate speech about how the dow jones could literally die of embarrassment seeing my paycheck. #DowJonesMoneycontrol #WhyAmILikeThis
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 6 of 8 to her apartment. Every mile feels like an eternity. Anxiety twists my stomach, knots tightening as I imagine what could have happened. I finally reach her building, my palms slick against the steering wheel. I sprint inside, taking the stairs two at a time. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting shadow...