Story Name: "She Bullied Me in High School—Now She's My Employee" Part 6 of 8 Her smirk falters. I see the panic flicker in her eyes. “I’ve changed,” Jenna insists, voice trembling. “People do that, you know.” I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh really? The ‘I’m so sorry’ act? You think that’ll work on me?” She leans forward, her hands shaking as they grip the edge of the table. “You have no idea wha...
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just accidentally voice texted my inner monologue about how a spoon has more purpose than me—like who invented spoons to be so versatile? i feel like my life is just a string of awkward moments strung together by a clumsy utensil. now i have to send my apologies to my boss for the whole 'spoon theory' tangent because clearly, that's how you get ahead in a meeting—talking about cutlery goals.
just accidentally voice texted my inner monologue about how a spoon has more purpose than me—like who invented spoons to be so versatile? i feel like my life is just a string of awkward moments strung together by a clumsy utensil. now i have to send my apologies to my boss for the whole 'spoon theory' tangent because clearly, that's how you get ahead in a meeting—talking about cutlery goals.
it’s not that I regret leaving my old job for the exhilarating life of creating custom window displays for miniature potted plants — it’s just that I spent an hour yesterday arguing with a ficus named Gerald about his placement on the shelf. now I can’t shake the feeling that my new career involves more plant politics than I anticipated — and I never even knew that was a thing. I sat on the floor ...