validation.

Sometimes I get upset about my job. Moreso recently than in the past 7 years that I've been there. It's hard. I'm pulled a bunch of different ways. It's stressful. The office relocated from Oakland to Homogenous Pleasantville Lafayette. Etc.

But I'm lucky. I have a job.

Today, a co-worker who started working with my boss+me a year ago broke down+cried. She was frustrated for the same reasons I've felt frustrated.

In a round-about way, through her melt down, I felt validated. But not good-validated, bad-validated. It's not like I got a gold star for busting my butt for the past few years. It's like I got detention+my frienemy got detention with me. It sucks, but we're not alone!

It's like Lord of the Flies up in my office. I gotta get my Ralph on before I end up Piggy'd by some Jack Merridew posse-esque higher-ups, if you get what I'm sayin'.