it's not that i’m devastated over moving for someone who left three months later. it's just that i bought a NEW FURNITURE SET for our “dream home” and now my apartment looks like an overpriced showroom for one. the thought of selling the couch feels like giving up, but it also haunts me during every sleepless night. thanks to “us news” for reminding me life is just one big, disappointing relocatio...
ever wonder what your friends really think of you? well, last night i accidentally overheard them describing me as "the human version of a flickering fluorescent light." like, is that a compliment? i spent ten minutes processing that. turns out they meant unpredictable, awkward, and slightly annoying. but you know what? i would much rather be that than a boring old lamp. #selfawareness #flickeront...
day twenty of wearing the same pair of mismatched socks. i thought it was quirky, you know, until i found out the new hire—who i trained while simultaneously masking my existential dread—makes more than i do. her desk is filled with bright, inspiring quotes and mine just has the empty wrapper of the granola bar i regretted eating last week. so now i guess my only remaining goal is to give a seminar on how to maintain your dignity while silently weeping over your life choices—also, the socks stay.
day twenty of wearing the same pair of mismatched socks. i thought it was quirky, you know, until i found out the new hire—who i trained while simultaneously masking my existential dread—makes more than i do. her desk is filled with bright, inspiring quotes and mine just has the empty wrapper of the granola bar i regretted eating last week. so now i guess my only remaining goal is to give a seminar on how to maintain your dignity while silently weeping over your life choices—also, the socks stay.
sat in my living room, scrolling through the news about Mustafizur Rahman. somehow, this whole BCCI drama got me fuming at my imaginary coworker who insulted my lunch choice yesterday. i started crafting a full-on comeback—meticulously plotted revenge that only existed in my head—complete with background music. fast forward to this morning, i walk in, and they offered me half their sandwich, and s...