it's not that i’m devastated, it’s just hard watching someone post about their new plant on social media after they told me they needed space to "grow." excuse me, did my love get swapped for a monstera? the leaves look great but i can’t help but wonder who’s watering what. #plantparenting #whereistherooting
ok but I just had a whole argument in my head with someone about how they should totally respect journalists. I mean, do you know how many times I’ve had to defend myself against random strangers in the comments section on posts about society? then I caught myself whispering “that is absolutely ridiculous” as I played out the drama in my brain. and now—now I'm actually angry at them for something ...
it’s not that they don’t want to promote me. it’s just that they literally cannot handle the raw charisma of my exceptional stapler collection. like, every time i open my drawer and reveal my rainbow of staplers, you can literally see the fear in their eyes. they are absolutely terrified of promoting a stapler connoisseur to upper management.
it’s not that they don’t want to promote me. it’s just that they literally cannot handle the raw charisma of my exceptional stapler collection. like, every time i open my drawer and reveal my rainbow of staplers, you can literally see the fear in their eyes. they are absolutely terrified of promoting a stapler connoisseur to upper management.
no because i just checked my coworker’s phone while they were napping during lunch. the way i thought they were just casually scrolling, but i ended up diving deep into their notes. imagine my surprise when i saw detailed theories on why tennessee basketball will win against arkansas, mixed with an unhinged rant about their ex. now i can’t unsee it. do i bring this up in the next team meeting? or ...