Yes, I became the unofficial HR rep at my toxic job. No, I wasn’t qualified. And yes, I still got blamed for Gary crying in the breakroom. Welcome to the hellscape of toxic workplace HR expectations, where the only thing more exhausting than your job is pretending you’re not already doing five others.

I pay $2,600/month to live next to an emotional support Rottweiler and a neighbor who vapes like it’s cardio. Here’s what the Norfolk VA rental market actually feels like—overpriced, absurd, and padded with more fees than a college tuition bill.

I accidentally joined a gay pride parade while trying to cross the street. What followed was glitter, confusion, unsolicited hugs, and a brief but intense crisis about whether straight pride should be a thing (it shouldn’t).

Looking busy is an art form—one that involves fake meetings, dramatic Zoom nods, and the occasional sigh while staring at a spreadsheet. This dark comedy guide reveals how to master corporate camouflage and survive your job without actually doing it.

Adulting is hard. Like, emotionally-spiraling-in-a-Trader-Joe’s-parking-lot hard. This brutally honest (and disturbingly relatable) guide will walk you through the chaos of pretending to function—with zero judgment and at least one clean pair of socks.

Adulting isn’t a skill—it’s a performance. From pretending you understand taxes to cleaning like you’re hiding a body, here’s your darkly funny survival guide to faking functional adulthood without sobbing in public (too often).