last night, I literally found myself watching a three-hour documentary on the history of bubble wrap, like, while everyone was at my cousin's art gallery opening, and I felt so justified because honestly, who doesn’t appreciate the therapeutic sound of popping? but then my relatives asked if I was "popping" with career success like my cousin, and I had to admit, the closest I’m getting to that is ...
i honestly thought adulthood would be about having it all together. instead, it's just literally waking up every day wondering what crisis will land in my lap next. last week, i spent an hour contemplating the difference between ‘dessert’ and ‘desert’ because apparently my job expects me to be perfect. now, with this UGC mess looming over everything, it’s like nobody tells you that being a grown-u...
so, imagine telling your best friend about the time you almost set the break room microwave on fire because you didn’t read the label on that questionable leftovers container. next thing you know, you’re at the weekly meeting, and they drop it like it’s the latest scandal, all while my boss is looking at me like i just proposed a company-wide tater tot Wednesday. at this rate, i might as well start offering popcorn during the next PowerPoint.
so, imagine telling your best friend about the time you almost set the break room microwave on fire because you didn’t read the label on that questionable leftovers container. next thing you know, you’re at the weekly meeting, and they drop it like it’s the latest scandal, all while my boss is looking at me like i just proposed a company-wide tater tot Wednesday. at this rate, i might as well start offering popcorn during the next PowerPoint.
Lately I've been feeling...