it's not that i don't trust my coworker. it's just that they presented my project like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. when i confronted them, they looked me dead in the eyes and said, "everyone knows teamwork makes the dream work." that’s cute, except i’m pretty sure i’m the only one who submitted my actual dream.
it's 9am and my manager just asked me to train my replacement—like i’m the sacrificial lamb in a harry potter movie, destined to be replaced by some fresh-faced intern while the rest of the office sips coffee like they’re in hogsmeade. and guess what? nobody told me i’m leaving. i might as well pull a dramatic “you are the chosen one” and dramatically walk into the break room, clutching my resigna...
ever have that moment when you overhear friends discussing your collection of vintage staplers? they think i’m one thrift store away from starting a DIY cult. honestly, do they realize that at my last game night, my limited edition stapler was the real MVP? the paper cuts are worth it for that kind of hype.
ever have that moment when you overhear friends discussing your collection of vintage staplers? they think i’m one thrift store away from starting a DIY cult. honestly, do they realize that at my last game night, my limited edition stapler was the real MVP? the paper cuts are worth it for that kind of hype.
day 14 of holiday dinners that somehow always become family interventions. they sat me down like i was in an episode of a reality show, citing my 'poor life choices.' meanwhile, i spent my last paycheck contemplating if i should invest in silver, because honestly, it feels more stable than my decisions. my mom has literally been scouting jewelry sites to fill the gap of my underwhelming life. gues...