it's not that I mind my friend only texting when they need something. it’s just that the last time they reached out, I could practically hear them shopping around for someone to take their dog to the vet. then I get a heartwarming “Hey, how have you been?” right before I accidentally sent them a meme meant for my therapy group. I guess that's what they mean by “miscommunication”—just me, glaring a...
do you ever look at your notes app and think—oh, if anyone read this, I’d be wearing a reputation of a villain? the other day, I typed a whole plan on how to ruin my neighbor’s garden party because they think they’re better than everyone. it was so detailed—planting questionable herbs in their soil, leaving fake notes, you know, classic moves. every time they get too loud, I just think—oh, how del...
it's not that i'm jealous of my coworker getting promoted. it's just that they used to corner me at the copier and laugh at my ideas like they were auditioning for a reality show. now they lead meetings where I sit quietly, praying for a glitch in the system to prove I'm still here, still capable. and every time I have to nod at their stupid motivational quotes, I can’t help but wonder how the worst can shine in the light of others’ shadows.
it's not that i'm jealous of my coworker getting promoted. it's just that they used to corner me at the copier and laugh at my ideas like they were auditioning for a reality show. now they lead meetings where I sit quietly, praying for a glitch in the system to prove I'm still here, still capable. and every time I have to nod at their stupid motivational quotes, I can’t help but wonder how the worst can shine in the light of others’ shadows.
last night, I realized that my work schedule is literally a game of "how much can we pile on before they break?" they cut half the team, but somehow, I am now the go-to person for EVERYTHING, including the office coffee machine maintenance which I did not sign up for. honestly, I'm starting to think my desk is a trap and my only escape plan is hiding in the supply closet with the post-it notes. #u...