So we have 50 minutes of personal time a month, generally for emergency bathroom breaks or whatever.
In June, I racked up 124 minutes of personal time. Mostly from time spent hiding in the bathroom to either depression cry, anxiety cry, rage cry, or some combo of those three.
Thanks for fucking up my work, mental health. And also, thanks work for fucking with my mental health 😐
Also, fuck the American health care system.

