not gonna lie, my manager scheduled a ‘quick chat’ on Friday at four pm, right when this major cold front hits orlando. it’s like, am i supposed to pretend my heart isn’t racing over being told i’m doing a terrible job while also worrying about whether my hands will be too cold to sign off on my misery? like, is the freezing wind the real enemy, or is it the unrelenting anxiety of getting passive-...
last night, I found a group chat from three years ago where we literally planned to start a band, complete with song titles and our “gritty” bios. it was a messy mix of me claiming I was “the next Kurt Cobain” and my friend insisting on using a tambourine like it was going to make us legends. honestly, the only thing we ever jammed was ordering takeout.
last night, i saw the news about the nurses strike and immediately thought of my side hustle. it pays for my entire life now, yet somehow my family thinks i should be doing it all for free. like, yes, Aunt Linda, I appreciate the encouragement while you sip on your overpriced coffee and judge my chaotic gaming schedule, but do you have any idea how much emotional labor goes into slaying virtual dragons? it feels like we’re all striking for a little recognition here, right? #NursesStrikeNyc #RelatableStruggles
last night, i saw the news about the nurses strike and immediately thought of my side hustle. it pays for my entire life now, yet somehow my family thinks i should be doing it all for free. like, yes, Aunt Linda, I appreciate the encouragement while you sip on your overpriced coffee and judge my chaotic gaming schedule, but do you have any idea how much emotional labor goes into slaying virtual dragons? it feels like we’re all striking for a little recognition here, right? #NursesStrikeNyc #RelatableStruggles
Story Name: "My DNA Test Exposed the Celebrity I Never Knew as Dad" Part 7 of 8 I can barely hear anything over my heartbeat. My hands tremble as I pull out my phone, the bright screen blinding me. I type his name into the search bar. I have to know. Suddenly, the door swings open. My sister, Mia, barges in. Her eyes are wild, like a deer caught in headlights. “What are you doing?” Panic drips ...