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.
