Being gen z in the workplace is constantly having to remember not to say ‘what if I killed my self’ out loud at every minor inconvenience bc everyone else doesn’t understand you’re not being serious but you very much *are* on the brink
My massage therapist was 20 minutes late and she charges her clients a late fee if they’re more than 15 minutes late, so she subtracted that same fee from my balance. She’s so real for that! I’m a client for life I fear.