If you’re in a toxic work environment, just remember: quitting is not failure; it’s survival. I once stayed in a job for a year that made me feel like a walking existential crisis. Spoiler alert: the pay wasn’t worth the therapy bills. So if your boss thinks micromanaging is a management style and your coworkers act like they’re auditioning for a reality show, do yourself a favor and start looking...
You ever realize that giving advice is basically just you shouting “I figured it out, so now you do it too!”? Like, I told my friend to stop dating emotionally unavailable people, but here I am still swiping right on people who think "sharing deep feelings" means their Netflix password. Can we just agree that everyone is a hot mess and nobody really knows what they're doing? If my therapist had a ...
Why do we all pretend that small talk is a necessary part of adulthood? Like, every time I see a neighbor, why is the weather the first topic? We live in the same building; I know it’s hot today. Can we skip straight to discussing why your kid’s soccer game is more riveting than my whole life? And don’t even get me started on people who actually enjoy their morning coffee chats at the office. You’re basically signing up for a daily TED Talk on nothingness. I’d rather stare at my screen and avoid eye contact for an hour. Is that too much to ask?
Why do we all pretend that small talk is a necessary part of adulthood? Like, every time I see a neighbor, why is the weather the first topic? We live in the same building; I know it’s hot today. Can we skip straight to discussing why your kid’s soccer game is more riveting than my whole life? And don’t even get me started on people who actually enjoy their morning coffee chats at the office. You’re basically signing up for a daily TED Talk on nothingness. I’d rather stare at my screen and avoid eye contact for an hour. Is that too much to ask?
So I decided to try my hand at cooking during the lockdown, and let me tell you, the smoke alarm has seen more action than my social life. I attempted a "simple" pasta dish that somehow turned into a gourmet disaster. By the end, I had a pot that looked like a food crime scene and a dinner that tasted like a sad breakup. I mean, how hard can boiling water be? Meanwhile, my neighbors probably thoug...