Our lucky elephant was turned the wrong way toward the door
It is what it is and it is what it isn’t.
Not an insignificant sum by many standards
Waking up from a nap by being told “we only have $100 left in the bank account”
Yes. YEssss: purge the poison
Recognizing the pattern is the first step
Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad
Let’s just stop yelling at employees altogether, how ‘bout it?
I can catch a cold but apparently can’t catch a break
Fire fire burning in the distance
smell it while you roll away the days
toiling in an office eternally
Anxiety from work is like anxiety from school: dismantle the system it was built on to find something more underneath
Can’t believe I wrote about fucking stupid work and not my daughter’s first day of school
Wonder when I’ll care about not caring about work
Sad and lonely walking through these abandoned after-school schools
Stop making me say good news at the beginning of meetings to make yourself feel better
I don’t like this eye pain
Won’t listen to the worker because the cash flow is too loud
What a grim reality
You are not a dollar sign. Am I?