it's 3am and i’m deep into a rabbit hole of financial podcasts, because ya know, everyone else is "living the dream" while i sit here counting my student loans like they're sheep. matlab, every time my parents ask about savings, i can hear the walls closing in. as if telling them i have more loans than my actual income would give them a heart attack. but, on the flip side, maybe i should tell them...
day 47 of smiling and nodding while feeling like i am on a sinking ship. my coworker just suggested we should all sign up for this "Agniveer Bharti" because, you know, military discipline looks good on a resume. as if 8 hours of pretending to care about quarterly reports isn’t enough of a torture session. but sure, let’s train for a war while battling emails. i'm not cut out for the field, especia...
i knew that “quick chat” was code for “i messed up but you’re taking the fall.” like, it’s FRIDAY. who schedules a chat at four? they could have at least offered snacks. i can already picture my boss with that same smile, ready to take credit for everything and toss blame around like confetti. honestly, i might just bring a party hat and act like this is a celebration of my slow descent into madness.
i knew that “quick chat” was code for “i messed up but you’re taking the fall.” like, it’s FRIDAY. who schedules a chat at four? they could have at least offered snacks. i can already picture my boss with that same smile, ready to take credit for everything and toss blame around like confetti. honestly, i might just bring a party hat and act like this is a celebration of my slow descent into madness.
just saw that video of my classmate's wedding—like, can we talk about how it looked like a music video on some mega-budget channel? I just spent hours convincing myself that *my* avocado toast breakfast was gourmet—meanwhile she’s throwing five-star parties with gold glitter. I'm over here staring at my sad bank account and planning my *romantic* solo candlelit dinner with the sad microwave meal t...