Today at work is spent almost entirely fixing someone's shitty formatting. How do you have a PhD and have yet to figure out the numbers and bullets menu offered by microsoft word?!?
how much is letting oneself get trampled by someone else's need because it's too uncomfortable to admit or let down another with how much one cannot be another's everything.
I haven't decided how I feel about the fact I have to separate the people I might have romantic interest into "touched my boobs during a first meet" and "did not touch my boobs during a first meet"
one of the most interesting social experiments I've had lately is discovering who at my workplace immediately assumes I speak Chinese.... and who at my workplace immediately assumes I only speak English.
accurate description of my life:
Me: .... is someone flirting with me? :furiously texts a friend:
Friend: Congrats. You have correctly identified one flirt.