A Laugh With Sarah
We couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “I swear, he sounds like a wannabe sitcom villain,” Sarah quipped, leaving me in stitches. Her humor was a much-needed reprieve after such a draining day. Talking to her gave me the space to vent, sharing my frustrations in a way only she could truly understand. For a while, the stress melted away, replaced by laughter and knowing eye rolls. In those moments, everything felt a little lighter, a little clearer.
A Laugh With Sarah
Wondering About HR
After hanging up, I lay in bed, my mind restless with questions about when HR would follow up about the meeting. How would it unfold? Would they take it seriously? The uncertainty swirled in my thoughts, keeping sleep at bay. I could only hope they’d reach out soon and that justice—whatever shape it might take—wouldn’t remain out of reach. For now, all I could do was wait.
Wondering About HR
