yooo, just checked my screen time report and it was literally the only thing scarier than my dating life. I thought I was scrolling for entertainment but turns out, I was just trying to avoid the fact that I need to come up with a funeral outfit for my future funeral… which will definitely be caused by a major freakout over these SILVER rates. like, I was one more push notification away from hyper...
just realized i got passed over for a promotion again. they won’t even tell me why. meanwhile, i spent my lunch hour trying to master the micro shorts look like those WNBA queens. but here i am, still wearing my dad's oversized button-up to the office like i’m going to a middle school dance. guess the real game was the friends i made along the way… and by friends, i mean my collection of ice cream...
not gonna lie, my boss said “we're like family here” right before announcing no raises this year. then i remembered my actual family doesn’t even invite me to holidays. like, am i supposed to be grateful for this toxic work environment? also, why am i obsessing over draymond green’s injury like it somehow affects my chances of finally getting a raise? maybe i should start manifesting my way into the world of professional sports instead of waiting for the next company meeting. #DraymondGreen #Relatable
not gonna lie, my boss said “we're like family here” right before announcing no raises this year. then i remembered my actual family doesn’t even invite me to holidays. like, am i supposed to be grateful for this toxic work environment? also, why am i obsessing over draymond green’s injury like it somehow affects my chances of finally getting a raise? maybe i should start manifesting my way into the world of professional sports instead of waiting for the next company meeting. #DraymondGreen #Relatable
not gonna lie, just realized my toxic coworker got promoted to boss—and their first order of business was making our meeting room a literal disco. like, who needs productivity when you can have a glitter ball and '80s jams? now, instead of reports, we have dance-offs every Monday, and I am somehow expected to critique everyone’s moves like I’m Simon Cowell.