When your boss said that: “You guys may take a break after this fucking engagement”
our respond is like
but then all of the sudden, our names are in the new proposal for new engagement and it starts tomorrow so we can’t have time-off, our reactions are
then you came to office the next morning and saw your boss who acts like
on the inside, you really want to do this
But, we don’t have balls to do that, so we act like
afterall, all we can do is just like
I just re-read my Cyberpunk essay I wrote last night between 1am-4am. I guess it’s interesting enough. When I write things that late at night, I tend to string along sentences in a way that I would not approve of in the morning, but I guess it’s okay. I don’t even know how I wrote this, but I definitely compared Ellen Ripley from Alien to Molly from Neuromancer, as femme fatales. Or something. And said that they maybe transcend gender anyway. Idk idk idk.
I don’t even have time to de-stress now that this Hell-ish week of assignments is done because I have a paper + a presentation on Monday, and then another paper due the following Monday, and then I’m into finals territory with three more papers due.
We are a mess, we are failures, and we love it.