last night, i made eye contact with a stranger while trying to catch my breath after sprinting for the elevator. now, i am actively planning a future where we share a three-story house with a retro avocado green kitchen, even though they probably thought i was just dying. do they know they are invited to the wedding yet? do they want to wear matching fanny packs for our honeymoon?
bruh, just heard about this alliant energy upgrade while I was watching my plant slowly die. I mean, I got two separate emails from my boss claiming we’re going “green” because he wants us to be eco-friendly now? that’s funny considering he takes credit for my whole project last month like it was his kid winning a spelling bee. anyway, I just scrolled through his LinkedIn. he's looking real cozy w...
i got passed over for another promotion, and the only seat left in this office is the one at the back of the bus. why do they make me sit here like i'm still in timeout for some imaginary crime? i mean, at this point, even the plants get more sunlight than me. honestly, if they don't stop playing games, i might just have to run my own secret promotion. plot twist: it involves imaginary friends. #Seat #CareerDrama
i got passed over for another promotion, and the only seat left in this office is the one at the back of the bus. why do they make me sit here like i'm still in timeout for some imaginary crime? i mean, at this point, even the plants get more sunlight than me. honestly, if they don't stop playing games, i might just have to run my own secret promotion. plot twist: it involves imaginary friends. #Seat #CareerDrama
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor's Toast Rocked My Wedding: I'm Not the Bride's Groom" Part 4 of 6 My voice trembles, barely above a whisper. “Pregnant?” The words hang in the air, suffocating. I look at Jamie, my maid of honor. Her eyes widen, brimming with tears. I catch the flicker of a smile, a twisted kind of glee. “Surprise!” she chirps, her voice dripping with sarcasm. My stomach drops...