it's not that i’m reckless, it’s just that my treat yourself moment turned into a full-on financial tragedy when that credit card bill showed up, and now i'm sitting here, literally spiraling over whether i can live off instant noodles and daydreams until 2026. had a full conversation with my bank statement. the numbers literally laughed at me. who knew buying six pairs of funky socks could lead t...
day 17 of me standing in front of my closet, contemplating whether I really need to buy ANOTHER decorative pineapple lamp for thirty dollars when I still do not own a can opener. like, what are my priorities, really? and I just keep scrolling through these "must-have" listings and the lamp keeps WINKING at me like it's some sort of therapy but my dinner is still an uncooked jar of marinara sauce.
day 47 of trying to convince everyone that the glow-in-the-dark hamster sculpture in the break room was my idea, and just caught my coworker putting their name on the plaque. the fact that i actually considered hiding in the janitor's closet until closing time to defend my honor speaks volumes about my life choices.
day 47 of trying to convince everyone that the glow-in-the-dark hamster sculpture in the break room was my idea, and just caught my coworker putting their name on the plaque. the fact that i actually considered hiding in the janitor's closet until closing time to defend my honor speaks volumes about my life choices.
it's six pm and my boss just said "we're like FAMILY here" right before telling us there are no raises this year. like, are we the dysfunctional kind where we fight over the last slice of pizza at Thanksgiving? I'm seriously considering putting my name on the office microwave like it’s a family heirloom, because apparently, that’s the only inheritance I’ll be getting this year!