i always thought my apartment was my little sanctuary until my parents showed up unannounced. they walked in and were greeted by an ocean of half-eaten cereal boxes and an assortment of bizarre kitchen gadgets that I bought with good intentions. as my mom tried to comment on my decor, she accidentally brushed against what I can only describe as a ‘clothes sculpture’ I’ve been building for months. ...
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it's day thirty-three of living in a world where my coworker is hailed as the genius behind my brilliant concept for the team project. my boss literally stood there in the meeting, gushing about “the innovation” they brought to the table. meanwhile, i sat silently with my best impression of a human wall, fighting the urge to jump up and scream, “HELLO, I literally birthed that idea at three a.m. during a fit of insomnia!" honestly, watching them soak up all that praise while I chewed on my internal rage felt like watching someone else walk away with my best dessert after I slaved away in the kitchen.
it's day thirty-three of living in a world where my coworker is hailed as the genius behind my brilliant concept for the team project. my boss literally stood there in the meeting, gushing about “the innovation” they brought to the table. meanwhile, i sat silently with my best impression of a human wall, fighting the urge to jump up and scream, “HELLO, I literally birthed that idea at three a.m. during a fit of insomnia!" honestly, watching them soak up all that praise while I chewed on my internal rage felt like watching someone else walk away with my best dessert after I slaved away in the kitchen.
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