just found out my manager asked me to train my replacement. the thing is, nobody told me i'm LEAVING. how do you even prepare someone for a job when you're the one who’s about to walk out? it's like telling the lead detective in the seven dials mystery, "by the way, you're dead." am i supposed to share all my top secret tips, or just let them flounder like i did on my first week? why does life f...
last night, I did the math on all the time and energy I’ve wasted resenting people I’ve never even spoken to. spent way too many hours plotting their downfalls in my head, like that one coworker who looks at me too much during meetings. i thought, how much more productive would I be if I spent that energy pursuing my dreams instead of obsessing over strangers who have no idea I exist? now I’m pret...
last night, i spent two hours meticulously organizing my sock drawer, as if anyone cares about my cotton blend aesthetics. then it hit me—what if i put this much effort into my job? like, does my boss even know the color palette of my socks? why am i being so loyal to a company that would literally replace me faster than my internet provider drops my connection? my socks and i deserve better than this mediocre corporate limbo.
last night, i spent two hours meticulously organizing my sock drawer, as if anyone cares about my cotton blend aesthetics. then it hit me—what if i put this much effort into my job? like, does my boss even know the color palette of my socks? why am i being so loyal to a company that would literally replace me faster than my internet provider drops my connection? my socks and i deserve better than this mediocre corporate limbo.
it's not that i regret my choices. it's just that today, while picking up a weirdly specific type of fish sauce for a recipe i'll never make, i caught myself daydreaming about my alternate life as an underwater basket weaver in Hawaii. would i wear a flower crown? would my days revolve around meticulously crafting pieces for an audience of dolphins? and like, what would a dolphin think of my craft...