Story Name: "I Sent a Hate Email to My Boss—Then He Offered Me a Promotion!" Part 2 of 5 I swallow hard, trying to wrap my mind around his words. “A promotion?” I blurt out, disbelief tasting bitter on my tongue. My palms are clammy, and I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. “Yes, a promotion,” he repeats, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing like a hawk sizing up its prey. “But the...
if you are facing a tough time, just know that every challenge you overcome makes you a little stronger, and this moment will eventually become a part of your story of resilience. #HopeExists #MentalHealthSupport
do you ever wake up in the middle of the night convinced you have a secret talent for interpreting potato chip flavors? last night, while staring at the ceiling, I was convinced that my one true calling is to write a bestseller titled "The Deep Meaning of Dill Pickle." I mean, who wouldn’t want to know how every crunch connects us spiritually? too bad when morning came, all I had was a collection of empty snack bags and the crushing realization that I don’t even like pickles.
do you ever wake up in the middle of the night convinced you have a secret talent for interpreting potato chip flavors? last night, while staring at the ceiling, I was convinced that my one true calling is to write a bestseller titled "The Deep Meaning of Dill Pickle." I mean, who wouldn’t want to know how every crunch connects us spiritually? too bad when morning came, all I had was a collection of empty snack bags and the crushing realization that I don’t even like pickles.
just found out the vintage synthesizer I saved up for and named “David Bowie” is actually a replica made by a guy in his garage. so, while I was expecting to create cosmic sounds for a legendary album, I instead created a trap remix for someone’s Instagram story. - not sure how to feel about this. #dreambig #homemadehustle