🎙️ You're having a really high-stress day at work. It's your birthday and you honestly wanted to take off but it's an on-call. Your boss will not get off your fucking case about anything. You have 7 discrete client deployments that all deserve equal time that you can't give them. Your coworkers are arguing about decisions that you have to keep telling them 'no' to because you have seniority but also you have no authority so you're constantly catherding and having to be a manager who isn't paid like a manager. Coffee machine is busted so you're stuck on microwaved tea and somebody took the last kind you like. You have an observer coming in today to screen for another new client on top of 7 you already can't handle. You're so tired and so stressed and so frustrated and so devalued that you barely even think of yourself as a person and then it's the stupidest thing but they misspell your name on the awful sheet cake in the break room they made you partially pay for
and you
just
can't
hold it in anymore
and then you feel something cool and wet spilling down your skin and this sense of... strange, helpless elation, because really, it's laugh or cry at this point and you just... don't... feel like crying right now...? And then someone asks if you'd like a slice with extra frosting and suddenly you realize you have a pie in your glove wait a what in your what but it's already cocking back to throw and you say something about 'I prefer a la mode' and then
for a few hours
for some reason, that feels sort of blurry and indistinct and colorful and laughy
you don't really mind your job all that much
which is good because you're definitely not coming back into work again tomorrow.
