My therapist asked me what my biggest fantasy was.

I told her: a 40-hour work week.

I've been working on my financial literacy.

Mostly so I can understand *exactly* why I'll never own a home.

My manager told me to 'embrace the chaos' as a growth opportunity.

My therapist just calls it 'a toxic work environment'.

I was having an existential crisis about the future of humanity.

Then I remembered I have a group chat dedicated to complaining about rising gas prices, and suddenly everything felt a little more manageable.