#grumpycatvibes

[husk-says-no]

Husk's Hot Take:

Most people hate their jobs, but at least they can quit. Me? Nah. My boss owns my fucking soul. Can’t call out sick, can’t put in my two weeks, hell, I can’t even take a bathroom break without him ‘checking in.’ And by ‘checking in,’ I mean showing up out of nowhere like a smiling cryptid and asking if I’m ‘enjoying myself.’

No, Alastor, I’m not.

And listen, I get it, he owns my soul. Fine, whatever. But maybe we can renegotiate a few things? Like, I don’t know, hours? Or basic respect? Or maybe a clause that says he can’t hum creepy radio jingles behind me while I’m working? Just a thought.

[husk-says-no]

Woke up, checked my wallet, empty. Checked my phone, regret. Checked my soul, still owned by Alastor. Off to a great start. Happy New Year, I guess.

[husk-says-no]

Husk's Hot Take- Start the year right by lowering the bar. Stop setting yourself up for failure. Don’t say you’ll ‘eat healthy’, say you’ll try not to eat chips straight out of the bag at 2 AM. That’s called realistic growth.