So, I just finished binge-watching a series that I convinced myself was *definitely* art because the characters had complex backstories and deep philosophical quotes. Turns out, I was just watching a bunch of people in a love triangle while eating copious amounts of ice cream. Now I’m questioning everything about my taste in entertainment. Like, how did I go from appreciating classic cinema to thi...
I’ve got a bold piece of advice for anyone struggling with their career: stop worrying about finding your passion. Seriously, it’s like searching for a unicorn at a petting zoo. Sometimes, you just have to pick a job that pays the bills and let passion sneak in through the back door when you least expect it. Who knew that 9-to-5 could turn into a side hustle or a random hobby? It’s not all rainbow...
Why do people act like we’re all supposed to know how to properly negotiate a salary? I just spent 30 minutes Googling “how to ask for a raise” and the top results were basically just articles on how to confidently say “please, sir, can I have some more?” It’s like the corporate world is an episode of Survivor and the only challenge is figuring out how to not get voted off the financial island. Meanwhile, my boss is there thinking he’s the king of the jungle while I’m just trying to figure out how to afford rent. Can we all just agree that money talks and adulting sucks?
Why do people act like we’re all supposed to know how to properly negotiate a salary? I just spent 30 minutes Googling “how to ask for a raise” and the top results were basically just articles on how to confidently say “please, sir, can I have some more?” It’s like the corporate world is an episode of Survivor and the only challenge is figuring out how to not get voted off the financial island. Meanwhile, my boss is there thinking he’s the king of the jungle while I’m just trying to figure out how to afford rent. Can we all just agree that money talks and adulting sucks?
I just found out that binge-watching a whole season of a show is basically a cardio workout for my thumbs. Who needs a gym when you can perform intense remote control curls while shouting at the characters for their terrible life choices? Meanwhile, my couch is officially declared the world's comfiest throne—I honestly think it's grown attached to me. Also, can we agree that snacks are the true MV...