This exchange happened a couple of days ago. I can still feel the dull, throbbing burn. 

My boss, to me: “Brionna, send me your story ideas for Basic Black?”

Me: scours emails I sent to myself, my Google Docs, notebooks for story ideas from earlier in the summer

Her (one minute later): “Did you send them yet?”

Me: suddenly aware: “…You mean the daily story roundup?”

Her: “Yes.” sweet smile

Me: “…”

Struggles, man. But I adore this job. And my  boss. Just to be clear.