just realized i got passed over for a promotion again. they won’t even tell me why. meanwhile, i spent my lunch hour trying to master the micro shorts look like those WNBA queens. but here i am, still wearing my dad's oversized button-up to the office like i’m going to a middle school dance. guess the real game was the friends i made along the way… and by friends, i mean my collection of ice cream...
not gonna lie, my boss said “we're like family here” right before announcing no raises this year. then i remembered my actual family doesn’t even invite me to holidays. like, am i supposed to be grateful for this toxic work environment? also, why am i obsessing over draymond green’s injury like it somehow affects my chances of finally getting a raise? maybe i should start manifesting my way into t...
not gonna lie, just realized my toxic coworker got promoted to boss—and their first order of business was making our meeting room a literal disco. like, who needs productivity when you can have a glitter ball and '80s jams? now, instead of reports, we have dance-offs every Monday, and I am somehow expected to critique everyone’s moves like I’m Simon Cowell.
not gonna lie, just realized my toxic coworker got promoted to boss—and their first order of business was making our meeting room a literal disco. like, who needs productivity when you can have a glitter ball and '80s jams? now, instead of reports, we have dance-offs every Monday, and I am somehow expected to critique everyone’s moves like I’m Simon Cowell.
yooo, just got voluntold to work another weekend while everyone else is living their best lives, and honestly, I can't even afford the bus fare to get there after checking out the news on copper prices dropping. like, I’m literally debating selling my goldfish for a snack at this point. how is my mood supposed to lift when I’m basically a hostage in my own life, trapped in a cube, watching my drea...