yooo, so my entire friend group is split over the best way to organize our snack cabinet and guess who’s stuck in the middle of this lunacy? me. they’re literally debating whether pretzels belong in a separate bin or tossed in with chips like it’s a life-or-death situation, and i swear i thought we were adults. now, my closest friend just declared that if you don't support her pretzel bin theory, ...
so, there I was, composing a very detailed text to my boss about the company's sudden urge to "streamline" us to death... you know, the usual "thanks for nothing, your last minute demands are ruining my mental health" kind of vibe. but then I realized—do I even HAVE enough PTO left to take a mental health day from my own epic resignation text? like, my dreams of finally living in a cardboard box o...
no because my boss just said "we're like family here" right before revealing that no one’s getting raises this year. so are we the dysfunctional family where everyone’s broke and we all secretly plot each other's demise? if that’s the case, can I at least get a group text for the next “family” meeting?
no because my boss just said "we're like family here" right before revealing that no one’s getting raises this year. so are we the dysfunctional family where everyone’s broke and we all secretly plot each other's demise? if that’s the case, can I at least get a group text for the next “family” meeting?
it's not that my family group chat is stressful—it's just that i had to listen to my dad, a self-proclaimed Michigan expert, declare how he “knows the plays better than the coach” while i’m dodging questions about why my paycheck doesn't stretch to cover both rent and ramen. like, sir, if you can predict Michigan vs Texas that well, why can’t you predict your own kids’ financial panic? now i’m sta...