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Appreciation: ever get that feeling when your manager schedules a 'quick chat' on a friday at …

yooo, so I literally changed my hair color, quit drinking coffee, and even started wearing socks with sandals—just for my neighbor to still complain about my garden gnome collection. like, bruh, they have feelings too! I am now contemplating a complete personality overhaul... should I become an accountant?

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ever get that feeling when your manager schedules a 'quick chat' on a friday at 4pm and suddenly you're thinking it could be worse than losing to sabalenka in the final? i mean, what if they’re just as ruthless about layoffs? but then, what if i find out the 'quick chat' is actually a massive corporate restructuring that leaves me out on the street while she gets a trophy for Employee of the Month? should i have pretended to be good at my job? did i miss the memo about taking my water bottle in case things get dicey? #AoOpen #workdrama

ever get that feeling when your manager schedules a 'quick chat' on a friday at 4pm and suddenly you're thinking it could be worse than losing to sabalenka in the final? i mean, what if they’re just as ruthless about layoffs? but then, what if i find out the 'quick chat' is actually a massive corporate restructuring that leaves me out on the street while she gets a trophy for Employee of the Month? should i have pretended to be good at my job? did i miss the memo about taking my water bottle in case things get dicey? #AoOpen #workdrama

last night, I accidentally sent a poem about my sock drawer’s feelings to the group chat—when all I meant to say was that I misplaced my keys—now everyone thinks I have a sock drawer existential crisis—like, sorry guys, but my socks are NOT having a midlife awakening—they just want to hang out and chill in a pile—totally normal right?