so i just found out my cofounder not only forged documents but apparently took all our office supplies too, like who needs a stapler that bad? i mean, at this point, i could build a case against him with paper clips and post-its but you know, can’t afford a lawyer, so... guess i just get to hold a silent protest at my empty desk.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it is so weird how these matrimonial profiles feel like a job interview for a spouse or something, कोई समझتا نہیں that it is just not normal. मैं क्या करूँ, अब मैं खुद को किसी कैंडिडेट की तरह सोच रही हूँ.
so i sold my car, right, to help with mom's chemo, and now i take 3 buses and two hours later, i get to work, which is just enough time for a long nap and some bus snacks before heading BACK home, only to find out my only dinner option is peanut butter straight from the jar, so basically, my life is now a delightful routine of sweaty bus seats, smelly strangers, and a jar of peanut butter judging me as it mocks my adulting skills — 10pm never felt so glamorous.
so i sold my car, right, to help with mom's chemo, and now i take 3 buses and two hours later, i get to work, which is just enough time for a long nap and some bus snacks before heading BACK home, only to find out my only dinner option is peanut butter straight from the jar, so basically, my life is now a delightful routine of sweaty bus seats, smelly strangers, and a jar of peanut butter judging me as it mocks my adulting skills — 10pm never felt so glamorous.
i was sitting in my tiny kitchen staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzing with notifications of my friends all out celebrating promotions and vacations while i struggled to scrape together enough to buy instant noodles, and i just kept thinking about how it all feels like a scene from a movie—where the main character is stuck in the background of everyone else's success, watching it all play out w...