Sometimes when I get home from work I feel like I’ve been smacked all day in the face with Lew Zealand’s boomerang fish.
Without going into any details, I’ll just say that the environment has become a bit toxic of late. Expertise and hard work are not as valued as they once were and it’s all left me feeling diminished and exhausted.
I fantasize about bursting into the place mic’d, with a full orchestra behind me singing that “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?” Lana Del Rey song.
Most mornings I cry in the shower instead.