it's 2am and my boss just told me to focus on growth strategies like it's some kind of spiritual awakening. meanwhile, i'm stuck in a cubicle, wondering if my plants at home miss me. i should probably water them, but really, they might be the only thing thriving while i'm looking at some market reports about "strategic pushes" and "promising futures." funny how the only thing I'm pushing is my san...
it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through “cnbc awaaz” like it’s my late-night talk show therapy. while they're dishing out stock tips, i’m sitting here trying to figure out if my soul is worth more than a box of stale cereal. half-listening to this expert talk about market trends while i mentally prepare for the next five “we regret to inform you” emails from jobs i never applied to. maybe that’s how i ...
it's not that I'm bitter... it's just that my houseplants are starting to outshine my career. like, who knew the monstera could make it to senior management before me? I mean, do I need to start photosynthesizing too, or what? it's just so confusing how I keep getting passed over, while my succulent’s just over here thriving like it’s running for office.
it's not that I'm bitter... it's just that my houseplants are starting to outshine my career. like, who knew the monstera could make it to senior management before me? I mean, do I need to start photosynthesizing too, or what? it's just so confusing how I keep getting passed over, while my succulent’s just over here thriving like it’s running for office.
i got way too invested in the life of a guy from my local craft beer festival who literally argued about the best way to brew with his mom for thirty minutes, and now i’m debating if it's too much to show up next year in a full cheerleading outfit for his homebrew. like, should i be there with pom-poms or will that be considered creepy?