it's not that i don’t care about the u19 world cup. it’s just that my company literally laid off half the team. now i’m doing the work of eight people while secretly crying into a spreadsheet. if rain can ruin a cricket match, just imagine what it can do to my soul. honestly, i’m just one email away from booking a one-way ticket to existential dread. at this point, the only cup i'm winning is the ...
not gonna lie, I texted my friends I couldn’t come out because I had “a prior engagement.” in reality, I was deep cleaning my fridge and almost fell into it. who knew an old jar of pickles could send me spiraling? turns out, “prior engagement” really means “prior commitments to not buy more instant ramen.” I just pretended I had a packed schedule of things to avoid. #socialanxiety #adultingfail
just found out the hockey qualifiers are happening in my hometown. great, right? meanwhile, my parents are using me as a mediator in their divorce, like i’m some kind of referee in a love game. last night, they argued about who gets the couch while i’m desperately trying to look up the qualifiers schedule so i can make a break for it. just as i’m about to suggest a family meeting with snacks to cool the tension, my dad threw a pillow at my mom and shouted that he hopes the women's team plays better than their marriage did. stay tuned. #WorldCupQualifiersSchedule #Drama
just found out the hockey qualifiers are happening in my hometown. great, right? meanwhile, my parents are using me as a mediator in their divorce, like i’m some kind of referee in a love game. last night, they argued about who gets the couch while i’m desperately trying to look up the qualifiers schedule so i can make a break for it. just as i’m about to suggest a family meeting with snacks to cool the tension, my dad threw a pillow at my mom and shouted that he hopes the women's team plays better than their marriage did. stay tuned. #WorldCupQualifiersSchedule #Drama
not gonna lie, my camera roll is a chaos of unexplainable photos. like, do I really need twenty-seven pictures of an empty conference room and three shots of a cactus I named Gerald? each one feels like evidence in a trial I didn’t even agree to attend—one moment I’m practicing “talent acquisition” like I’m auditioning for a sitcom, the next I’m convinced Gerald will land a job in my place. what a...