it’s funny how i can debate with myself over whether i should reply to someone’s invitation for three days and then just send a simple “ok” like i’m not planning an elaborate escape route from this social obligation—like my mind isn’t racing with how i’ll strategically manage conversations or subtly check the time while dreaming of my couch—god, is this adulthood or just a long episode of an exist...
so there i was, pacing my tiny kitchen, clutching a grocery receipt like it held the secrets to life. had to call in an “emergency” day off because i couldn’t face anyone while hiding the fact that my fridge was literally EMPTY except for a single moldy avocado. my friends think i’m on this health kick but really, it’s because the idea of explaining my bank balance makes my stomach churn. so when ...
ok but remember that time I decided to go all-in on being “that quirky coworker” at the office talent show and ended up singing the corporate training manual to the tune of a Justin Bieber song? my boss laughed, but the HR lady? she didn’t smile. i still get cold sweats thinking about her wide eyes staring at me like I’d just set my life on fire. 2 months later, I was told the new hire thought my “performance” was an onboarding lesson in what NOT to do.
ok but remember that time I decided to go all-in on being “that quirky coworker” at the office talent show and ended up singing the corporate training manual to the tune of a Justin Bieber song? my boss laughed, but the HR lady? she didn’t smile. i still get cold sweats thinking about her wide eyes staring at me like I’d just set my life on fire. 2 months later, I was told the new hire thought my “performance” was an onboarding lesson in what NOT to do.
watching the winter olympics makes me wonder if i’m just spinning my wheels while the world glides effortlessly past me; another promotion gone, and all i get is silence like a bad snowstorm; sometimes i think about how my career is like a pair of skates – sharp, yet slippery, and i never seem to find my balance; do they not see my hard work or do they just not care? maybe i’m like that athlete th...