i'm honestly convinced that my refrigerator is plotting against me. like, every time i reach for that leftover pizza, i feel like it’s silently judging my life choices with a passive-aggressive hum. it’s like, do you want the leftover life or a fresh start? but honestly, who can resist the siren call of cold pizza at midnight? it’s literally the only relationship where i get unconditional love and...
just found out the new hire makes literally more money than me and they thought an octopus was a type of vegetable during training - honestly, i think we need to reassess what qualifies as a “skill” in this industry. so here i am, still feeling bad about mixing up my lettuce and sea creatures while they are stacking bills and getting applause for turning green at sushi night.
just found out the new hire makes literally more money than me and they thought an octopus was a type of vegetable during training - honestly, i think we need to reassess what qualifies as a “skill” in this industry. so here i am, still feeling bad about mixing up my lettuce and sea creatures while they are stacking bills and getting applause for turning green at sushi night.
the way that i just accidentally liked a photo from forty-seven weeks ago on my crush’s account—like who even archives their life like that? now i'm internally freaking out because it feels like the social media equivalent of saying “how's your mother?” when you meant to ask “what’s up?” also, if i can’t make a strategic escape before the central connecticut basketball game tonight, i might have t...