Fuck this. 2020 was supposed to be my year but on top of all the shit going on my favorite pet childhood died. Literally the breaking point and I am in full blown hysteria meltdown mode.
Being a part of the media means that I’m not allowed to participate in events that push a specific agenda and that makes me sad on days when the women’s march takes place but that’s my job and I love my job and I’m tweeting this to remind myself of that.
This is both funny because one of my college pals now writes for buzzfeed, & frustrating bc the journalism classes of Comm., were the ones everyone out of the major failed.
After week 3 of working a 60+ hour week I :
- fell asleep at a stop light
- stopped at a green light
- got into the elevator w/out pushing a button and stood there for several minutes
America’s work habits are detrimental to mental and physical health of employees.