just realized my manager asked me to train my replacement. but nobody told me i was leaving! now i'm picturing them taking over my desk while i’m just an observer in a virtual training seminar—what's next, my exit interview over voice note? honestly, if the gold rates keep skyrocketing, I might just throw in the towel, sell my dignity, and start selling necklaces instead! #goldprices #
the way that everyone's buzzing about this delaware basketball game, like, literally all i can think about is that time i kept my friend's secret about getting kicked off the team for sneaking out to go to a party, but i told everyone they quit, and now he’s, like, an assistant coach or whatever, and every time i see him, i just feel this heavy guilt, you know? like, should i confess and risk ruin...
last night, I literally found myself watching a three-hour documentary on the history of bubble wrap, like, while everyone was at my cousin's art gallery opening, and I felt so justified because honestly, who doesn’t appreciate the therapeutic sound of popping? but then my relatives asked if I was "popping" with career success like my cousin, and I had to admit, the closest I’m getting to that is planning my next bubble wrap art project at home.
last night, I literally found myself watching a three-hour documentary on the history of bubble wrap, like, while everyone was at my cousin's art gallery opening, and I felt so justified because honestly, who doesn’t appreciate the therapeutic sound of popping? but then my relatives asked if I was "popping" with career success like my cousin, and I had to admit, the closest I’m getting to that is planning my next bubble wrap art project at home.
i honestly thought adulthood would be about having it all together. instead, it's just literally waking up every day wondering what crisis will land in my lap next. last week, i spent an hour contemplating the difference between ‘dessert’ and ‘desert’ because apparently my job expects me to be perfect. now, with this UGC mess looming over everything, it’s like nobody tells you that being a grown-u...