Chronic

got told my paycheck was gonna be late again. three weeks im gonna be broke as *ell and they act like its no big deal??

been driving for uber 6 years. last week passenger pukes in the backseat, uber's "cleaning fee" is $20. detailing cost me $180. what the actual fuck.

I've been eating the same three meals from Trader Joe's for two weeks because I'm waiting on a freelance check that's somehow still pending after the client said "end of month" six weeks ago. The rotisserie chicken, the microwaveable rice, the frozen broccoli - I know them by heart now.

walked 14 miles today for $8.47 in tips. the scanner at register 3 has been broken for a week. still broke as hell.

I've been "finishing" this novel for four years. Four years. And what do I do instead of writing the actual ending? I rewrite the opening chapter. Again. Like it's somehow the problem, like if I just get those first three pages perfect enough the rest will magically materialize. I know I'm doing it. I can see myself doing it.

broke as hell walking 8 miles a shift scanning *hit for $16/hr. the math doesnt work anymore, someone please tell me it gets better.

my bank charges me $35 to overdraft by $2. two dollars. im literally out here delivering for $15/hr and they took half a days pay for existing.

my insulin copay went from $35 to $180 overnight. called my insurance three times. they keep saying "check with your pharmacy." pharmacy says "check with your insurance." im literally just trying not to die here

i got promoted to managing my old team and now theyre treating me like i betrayed them. its... its not like i chose this. why is everyone suddenly so cold

i got promoted to managing my old team and now theyre treating me like i betrayed them. i didnt even want this.

my sister didn't invite me to her destination wedding in cabo. we literally just saw each other at mom's birthday brunch.

just watched someone scrub my cast iron with dish soap at a dinner party. im not even mad, im just... *wounded*. betrayed by my own cookware.

been on my feet since 4pm, havent sat down once, dinner rush was absolute hell. my legs are screaming and i still got two hours left. *uck this.

my pharmacy says my insulin is "out of stock" but wont tell me when itll be back. just need to not die this week, no pressure.

i got promoted to manage my old team and now theyre treating me like im the problem. maybe i am? dont know what im doing half the time honestly.

I spent three weeks building this entire campaign world with detailed maps and NPC backstories and a whole political intrigue setup and then half the group cancelled last minute so we rescheduled for two weeks later and then people just... didn't show up.

just realized i've been on calls with my west coast team from 6am for three months. my body has no idea what time it is anymore. coffee isnt even working. send help.

got to this apartment building and the buzzer's been broken for like three weeks. now im standing here with five orders waiting for someone to answer. this job sucks.