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How I Got Fired for Refusing to Work for Free
They offered me a job title without a paycheck, a workload without limits, and “exposure” as my only reward. I declined and got fired with a click. This isn’t a story about losing a job, it’s about refusing to lose my self-respect. Continue reading
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A Hill Worth Dying On – If You’re Made of Crap
Today proved that natural selection is on sabbatical, and humanity is out here strutting like stupidity is a superpower. Sarcasm abandoned me, common sense flatlined, and stupidity sashayed in sequins, waving like a pageant queen. By mid-morning, I was done. Tonight, I eat like a raccoon in a dumpster and call it coping. Tomorrow, the… Continue reading
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Toddler Carpools and Kidz Bop Taylor Swift
Another Sunday, another ulcer. The Bears lose, my neighbors think we’re killing each other, and I’m surviving on Tums and tequila like it’s a balanced diet. Forget new quarterbacks—Halas should cover therapy sessions and alcohol counseling for every fan still masochistic enough to watch. Continue reading
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Add to Cart: My Gateway Drug
What starts as a quick Amazon search always spirals into absurdity: “frequently bought together” combos that make no sense, suggested items that test my willpower, and a cart full of things I’ll never actually buy. It’s less shopping and more a master class in temptation, chaos, and zero self-control. Continue reading
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Tomatoes Don’t Belong in November
Mediterranean grandmothers don’t need wellness gurus; they’ve been outsmarting diet trends for generations. From turning scraps into feasts to laughing through kitchen chaos, their secret recipe for longevity isn’t kale smoothies or pricey supplements. It’s simpler: waste less, eat with the seasons, share everything, and always leave room for a nap. Continue reading
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Formula None! The Longest Pit Stop In History
Four weekends without Formula 1 felt like the world’s longest pit stop. Racing has always been more than a sport in my family; it’s a tradition, a connection, and a source of memories with my dad. From my first Supra to Ferrari Sundays, the engines are finally roaring again. Formula None no more. Continue reading
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Oatmeal Mondays and Missing Shoes
Back-to-school mornings weren’t routines; they were combat drills. Shoes went missing like fugitives, socks sparked U.N.-level debates, oatmeal morphed into rainbow sludge, and extracurriculars felt like Dante’s eighth circle of hell. Looking back, it was exhausting, hilarious, and pure chaos. But it was our chaos, and somehow, we all managed to survive. Continue reading
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If Monday Had a Flavor, It Would Be Cough Syrup
Mondays have been cursed since the Babylonians named it after the Moon – chaos included. From medieval turnip markets to Victorian “Monday face,” history, psychology, and folklore all agree: Mondays are the worst. Science calls it contrast theory. I call it proof that the universe enjoys watching us suffer. Continue reading
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Screw Luck, I’m Running On Pure Spite and Sarcasm
Luck doesn’t just happen; it’s made – I think. Inspired by a substack article, I dive into how to “create luck” and if it’s even a thing. I tap into The Devil Wears Prada’s Andy Sachs journey. Is the magic related to chance? Or is it persistence, curiosity, and a hundred small risks from being… Continue reading
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Too Hot to Hustle
The fleeting magic of summer weekends. The kind that begs for a quiet escape under a shady tree with a good book and a riverside breeze. This is an ode to doing nothing well, reminding us all to slow down and savor life’s simple pleasures. Continue reading
The Creative Quill 