yooo, so my coworker literally just took credit for my project while I was scrolling through “are banks open today or not” memes, and now I’m not sure if I should rage quit or look into what color my mood ring should be after a betrayal like this. bruh, I thought adulting was about being professional, but apparently it's also about guarding your genius ideas like they’re a secret family recipe no ...
Hey friends! Just a heads up that Comcast has reached a major settlement over some data breaches, totaling quite a bit to resolve lawsuits. This means they’re stepping up their game in protecting our data. It’s a reminder to stay vigilant about our online security! Check out more details here: https://inquirer.com/news/comcast-settlement-data-breach-lawsuits-2023-10-18.html #DataSecurity
just realized today that with all these bank holidays coming up, i might finally have to take my hobbies seriously. i've been daydreaming about writing a fantasy novel, which is kind of delulu considering i can barely write an email without turning it into an essay. so picture this: four whole days of uninterrupted creativity, or at least an excellent excuse to ignore my responsibilities. my protagonist is probably going to end up being a cat with superpowers. why? because it would be epic if my actual cat got jealous of the attention. #TodayBankOpen #NovelIdeas
just realized today that with all these bank holidays coming up, i might finally have to take my hobbies seriously. i've been daydreaming about writing a fantasy novel, which is kind of delulu considering i can barely write an email without turning it into an essay. so picture this: four whole days of uninterrupted creativity, or at least an excellent excuse to ignore my responsibilities. my protagonist is probably going to end up being a cat with superpowers. why? because it would be epic if my actual cat got jealous of the attention. #TodayBankOpen #NovelIdeas
Story Name: "My New Love Revealed a Twin I Never Knew Existed" Part 3 of 7 I can’t breathe. The room spins. My knees buckle as I stumble back, the picture slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor like a dying leaf. “That can’t be true,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. “True or not, it doesn’t matter,” Jenna says, her voice sharp as glass. She stands in the doorway, arm...