“How are you?”
Oooh. Idk somewhere between wanting to scream and kick and cry or wanting to crawl into my bed until I melt into it and never speak to anyone ever again.
So, basically, I’m okay.
I snapped at some important lady at work yesterday bc she called me Kristy after we had a 5 minute discussion on how my name is kristA not kristY
I’m 5 years from being 30 years old and I’m finally sick of people calling me by the wrong name.
Literally just listen to me speak FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE!!! I feel like I’m reliving my childhood and everything I speak is overlooked and undervalued. What the fuck.