I just wrote a text to Kenny Minchey. It had everything—my hopes, my fears, my passion for the Huskers. The second I typed “we could change the game together,” I knew I wouldn’t hit send. But as I stared at the screen, I realized I put more thought into this text than my last three job applications. What does that say about me? Should I have used a little more *game day spirit*? Then—my mom called...
just found out the cavaliers are playing the pistons. meanwhile, im still trying to catch up on my laundry from last month. i spent an entire evening meticulously rearranging my closet by color and style. now i cant even find matching socks. the thrill of prioritizing my wardrobe over literally everything else is unmatched, and here i am, playing my own game of 'who wore it better' with myself. #C...
Story Name: "I Fell for My Boss—But He's My Sister's Husband!" Part 4 of 7 I can’t shake the tension in the air as Ethan wraps up the meeting, his voice smooth like honey. “Any questions?” he asks, and my stomach drops. All I can think about is how my sister, Sarah, trusts him completely. “Actually, I have one,” I blurt out, my heart racing. Every eye in the room turns to me. Ethan raises an eyebrow, curiosity dancing in his gaze. “Why did you really hire me?” My voice trembles, but I need to know. His smile fades just a fraction, and my pulse quickens. “Because you’re talented,” he replies, but there's something deeper behind his words. A challenge? A spark? I glance at Grace, who’s biting her lip, silently urging me to back off. But I can’t. “Is that all? No hidden agenda?” I push,...
Story Name: "I Fell for My Boss—But He's My Sister's Husband!" Part 4 of 7 I can’t shake the tension in the air as Ethan wraps up the meeting, his voice smooth like honey. “Any questions?” he asks, and my stomach drops. All I can think about is how my sister, Sarah, trusts him completely. “Actually, I have one,” I blurt out, my heart racing. Every eye in the room turns to me. Ethan raises an eyebrow, curiosity dancing in his gaze. “Why did you really hire me?” My voice trembles, but I need to know. His smile fades just a fraction, and my pulse quickens. “Because you’re talented,” he replies, but there's something deeper behind his words. A challenge? A spark? I glance at Grace, who’s biting her lip, silently urging me to back off. But I can’t. “Is that all? No hidden agenda?” I push,...
it's not that i have a problem with my coworker forwarding my private messages — it's just that i have to remind myself that *some* people don’t understand the concept of "private." so when the whole team got my overly emotional rant about the stress of the “Shazia Bano husband” saga, let’s just say, that day at work turned into the Oscars of awkwardness. suddenly everyone thought they had a PhD i...