life is hard—real hard—while my friends are flaunting their big salaries and brand new apartments, i am stuck in my one-room place with peeling paint and the smell of mildew—কেউ বোঝে না—people just don't get it—my brother's chains rattle in my mind while others launch startups like it’s all a game—meanwhile, i am just trying to survive another day—
just spent an hour trying to fix the dumb printer and it keeps saying paper jam but there is NO paper in it. how does a printer even have bad days? like seriously, it is a machine.
yaar, matlab samjho na, ek baar main zoom meeting mein bol di "fingers crossed" instead of "all the best" and sabne laugh kiya. ghar wale samajhte nahi, lagta hai maine kisi ko aur impress kar diya jo nahi tha.
yaar, matlab samjho na, ek baar main zoom meeting mein bol di "fingers crossed" instead of "all the best" and sabne laugh kiya. ghar wale samajhte nahi, lagta hai maine kisi ko aur impress kar diya jo nahi tha.
just got another email from HR asking for more documentation for my disability—i guess 11 letters from my doctor aren’t enough. maybe i should just send a fan mail letter—like “dear HR, love your work, can we chat about these accommodations?”