the way that yesterday, during the meeting, my boss was praising someone else for MY idea made me feel like I was the only person in pittsburgh not being buried under nine inches of snow. i swear the last time i felt this overlooked was in high school when my crush invited my best friend to prom, and yet here i am, secretly planning a passive-aggressive email that includes an unrelated photo of sn...
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 on a beach are sounding more practical...
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 on a beach are sounding more practical...
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?