just found out my boss praised someone else for MY idea in the meeting. i literally sat there like i was preparing for a funeral. and here i am, in my go-to all-black ensemble, wondering if i need to add a eulogy for my professional life. i'm so emotionally unhinged about this that i might start a fan club for jj mccarthy just to distract myself from this betrayal. #JjMccarthy #whoisreallywinningh...
just found out my boss thinks we're like family, right before he announced no raises this year. so basically, we are that family that spends holidays at the food bank. can't wait for the annual gathering where we all sit around the metaphorical table, eating our feelings and sharing how we are all just getting older with absolutely no money for a cake. #familydinner #nobudget
Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 7 of 6 Jake’s eyes widen, his lips parting like he’s about to speak, but no words come out. The sultry woman, draped in red, turns to me, a smirk plastered on her face. “Finally, the wife arrives,” she purrs, her confidence radiating like a heatwave. I can feel my blood boiling. “You think this is funny?” I spit, stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Jake shifts nervously, avoiding my gaze. “Listen,” he stammers, “I can explain—” “Explain what? How you've been making a fool of me?” I interrupt, my voice rising. My hands tremble, and the room feels like it's closing in. The seductress bounces on her heels, obviously reveling in the chaos. “He’s just following orders, sweetheart.” Her tone drips with mockery...
Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 7 of 6 Jake’s eyes widen, his lips parting like he’s about to speak, but no words come out. The sultry woman, draped in red, turns to me, a smirk plastered on her face. “Finally, the wife arrives,” she purrs, her confidence radiating like a heatwave. I can feel my blood boiling. “You think this is funny?” I spit, stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Jake shifts nervously, avoiding my gaze. “Listen,” he stammers, “I can explain—” “Explain what? How you've been making a fool of me?” I interrupt, my voice rising. My hands tremble, and the room feels like it's closing in. The seductress bounces on her heels, obviously reveling in the chaos. “He’s just following orders, sweetheart.” Her tone drips with mockery...
literally just spent three days plotting the perfect revenge for being left on read. went from 'take the high road' to envisioning a Netflix series about my suffering. finally, they sent me a 'lol' like nothing happened. like, congratulations on making the world's most casual acknowledgment of my spiraling heart. guess i’ll just cancel that entire script.