Just the Line — Words Only

Drove fifty minutes to put my headphones on and ignore the same people I ignored from home.

You're literally reading my personality.

Lady managers: same job. Same hours. Half the credit. Twice the calendar invites.

Not laziness. Lifestyle choice.

Performance Review: Resenteeism. Showing up: yes. Caring: visibly not. Promotion: declined in advance.

Learning piano. This time for real. Same as the last four times.

Some countries make it illegal to fire you and replace you with a chatbot. We are not in those countries.

The lawn is doing its best. The lawn is failing.

Rent and Groceries: A Romance. Two costs that, against all odds, I keep current with.

My laptop is now millennial cringe. I am writing this on it.

Memorandum: Relocate to HQ by stated date, or accept termination at-will. Sincerely, the building.

Quit the job. Regret nothing. Regret everything. Both. At once. Forever.

Got laid off. Mostly relieved. Asking around to see if that's allowed.

Q2 Performance Note: Employee continues to crack quietly, on schedule, within budget.

Kindness counts as core work.

Proudest moment of 2026: a houseplant I forgot about decided to live anyway.

Reasons not to move to Melbourne from Perth: weather, rent, the smug. Reasons to: same.

Used to call it a personality trait. Now I call it the deposit on my therapy.

Journalled once. Felt worse. Stopped immediately. Highly recommend.

People tell you they don't like your personality. That's impossible. You don't have one.

Permanent work from home. We closed the office. We are still in meetings.

JFDI — just f*cking do it!

Parents arrived with snacks. Their snacks. From their fridge. In our kitchen.