just realized my phone camera roll is basically a crime scene of unexplainable moments—there are selfies taken after nights spent crying and regrettable messages I thought were just ‘a funny thing’ in the heat of a breakup—like, who even takes pictures of their ruined sushi attempt just to prove they messed it up that badly—i never thought i’d have to justify those silly little things in a courtro...
people think i'm thriving, but honestly, i can’t remember the last time i bought a new pair of socks. every month feels like an Olympic event where i'm sprinting to balance hidden debts with a shiny facade. i’m literally in a relationship with my credit card. every swipe is a promise i can't keep. friends ask why i never go out, and i laugh while dying inside because it’s easier than explaining th...
literally the other day, my boss casually dropped the term "Olympic-level teamwork" in a meeting. i smiled and nodded, fully realizing my idea had been swiped by someone who claims to “give their all.” i couldn’t help but think how my actual “teamwork” consists of just sharing an awkward glance across the breakroom while trying to open a bag of chips without exploding them everywhere. if only our company’s morale was as high as the hockey scores. i might just start drafting my acceptance speech for the award of most underappreciated team member... until my lunch mysteriously goes missing again. #SlovakiaVsSweden #workplacewoes
literally the other day, my boss casually dropped the term "Olympic-level teamwork" in a meeting. i smiled and nodded, fully realizing my idea had been swiped by someone who claims to “give their all.” i couldn’t help but think how my actual “teamwork” consists of just sharing an awkward glance across the breakroom while trying to open a bag of chips without exploding them everywhere. if only our company’s morale was as high as the hockey scores. i might just start drafting my acceptance speech for the award of most underappreciated team member... until my lunch mysteriously goes missing again. #SlovakiaVsSweden #workplacewoes
day 47 of thinking about how I treated that poor kid in middle school like my personal villain - I yelled at him for missing a single spelling word during a class competition. it wasn't just that, though. I accidentally called him “tragedy incarnate” during an after-school play practice and—honestly? I was just jealous he could recite Shakespeare while I struggled with *Dr. Seuss*. he probably sti...