the way that toxic coworker just got promoted and now i have to pretend they’re not the absolute worst is honestly a challenge i didn’t sign up for. i am over here Googling ‘how to endure personal hell’ while they boss me around like they’ve achieved a spiritual awakening. meanwhile, i'm just waiting for someone to rescue me like that kid in Flagler County, except this time the sex offender is jus...
the way that my boss praised someone else for my idea in the meeting was like watching someone read my diary out loud but claiming they wrote the plot twist. honestly, i could feel the sparks of confusion flying off the walls, like i should’ve stepped in and yelled, “excuse me, but that was MY brainchild” but instead, i just nodded, sipping my water like a confused goldfish. now i’m considering hi...
you ever have those days where everything feels heavy? like i was just minding my business when blake gideon decided to invade my brain during my morning drive. i accidentally voice texted all my intrusive thoughts about how i can't even coach my life right now and how i can barely manage to find matching socks. the last thing i meant to send was about calling my therapist "mom" when the light turned green. yeah, i just added “voicemail chaos” to the mix. #BlakeGideon #existentialcrisis
you ever have those days where everything feels heavy? like i was just minding my business when blake gideon decided to invade my brain during my morning drive. i accidentally voice texted all my intrusive thoughts about how i can't even coach my life right now and how i can barely manage to find matching socks. the last thing i meant to send was about calling my therapist "mom" when the light turned green. yeah, i just added “voicemail chaos” to the mix. #BlakeGideon #existentialcrisis
Story Name: "Ghosted at the Altar: A Dating Disaster" Part 4 of 5 I don’t think I’ve ever felt so completely unmoored. I mean, one minute I’m picking out the perfect floral arrangements, and the next I’m staring at my phone like it just slapped me across the face. “Hey, I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” Just three measly lines from my fiancé, and poof—my whole life turned into a soap opera pl...