These last two weeks have been an epic shit show of Bad Times, and the universe just keeps on giving:
TwelveThirteen (13) people have left or are leaving the office since June 28th; among them many people I enjoy working with AND the entire Product Design team (except me)
- Last night all my coworkers went out to commiserate with alcohol, and even though I specifically asked four separate people to contact me when they got to Thing B after Thing A so I could join them, they all forgot and that fucking hurts like hell
- Tonight I received a traffic citation for $276, because I was caught riding Lola without a Class 6 driver’s license
- I’ve been a weepy, butthurt mess for the last 30 hours or so
- What the fucking ever-loving fuck, America
I cannot handle all of these messy feelings.