so here i am, standing outside the shelter for the 30th time today like i am a tour guide for absolutely no one, just casually pretending to have deep conversations with the pigeons while secretly plotting a heist to steal my own lunch from that one corner store because why would i ever actually leave the place when the only plan is to be lost in the city with no destination and no one even asks w...
yaar, matlab samjho na, finally got that education loan for MS in America—now I am stuck between a job that won’t come and the EMIs that keep haunting me, like every bad decision I have made.
i just found out my employer misclassified me as a contractor for 3 years so no benefits, no insurance, no PTO, and they owe me 90 thousand in back pay but good luck ever getting a dime from them, this is such a joke.
i just found out my employer misclassified me as a contractor for 3 years so no benefits, no insurance, no PTO, and they owe me 90 thousand in back pay but good luck ever getting a dime from them, this is such a joke.
so my friend asked if i wanted to try making a potato gun and honestly it sounds way more fun than waiting for an asylum decision that has been stuck like a traffic jam for three years, and like, why is it taking them so long? i feel like i could launch potatoes at government buildings and it would probably get me noticed faster than my case does.