“Oh my God…with your profile? You shouldn’t even be applying for jobs…companies should be throwing themselves at you!”
This chipper ass lie came by the way of this new headhunter I’m working with now. She was a friend-of-a-friend connection from a happy hour Zoom I was invited to a few weeks ago.
“Let’s do this. Send me your resume, and I’ll make some calls. I promise you; something big is coming.”
A tale of comfort, impulse, and regret, in two acts.
ACT I
I bought a memory foam mattress topper for my bed and y'all…
— karsh™ (@karsh) August 13, 2020
It is hella comfortable, but I am *sinking* into the bed like quicksand.
Comfortable, comfortable quicksand.
ACT II
… that didn't last long. pic.twitter.com/DmAQ9JQwk1
— karsh™ (@karsh) August 13, 2020
THE END
I started watching Greenleaf this weekend, and I don’t know why it took me so long. Black Southern church drama and family mess? Sign me the fuck up.
Also…
Kerissa must be a Cancer. GOTSTA BE.
— karsh™ (@karsh) August 8, 2020
I haven’t dated much in my 30s. Mainly this is because I focused on work and building my career, which made ignoring my love life simple. But now I’m just a few months out from 40 and still in the house thanks to this pandemic, and I gotta tell you folks…I’m ready for the real thing.
I think.