my first job in NY was so toxic that someone recommended starting a "nice" folder so i could look back at kind/funny emails when times are tough. it's something i still do, and i just hit my 1 year at chronicle, where my "nice" folder is full and i so seldom need to reference it.
this week i’ve had to ask my hairdresser to fix my hair, tell a man i didn’t want to go on a second date, and tell the nail tech i messed up my nail. i don’t need any more life lessons ok