The Nerdy Notes

You ever sit at your work desk and suddenly feel like throwing the whole laptop, job, and existential purpose into the bin? Yeah. It's me and my thoughts at 11:28 PM. Lately, I’ve been in this weird space. That zone where the workload is not that heavy, but am still struggling with deadlines, and constructive criticism feels more like lowkey shade.  Like, it starts with small things — a snarky comment on your presentation, or someone giving “helpful suggestions” that feel more like micro-hits to your confidence. You try to take it positively, but some days it just feels like you are the problem. Then the spiral begins: “Maybe I’m not even good at this job.” “Why can’t I handle pressure like others?” “Why do I feel like crying at 3 PM every day?” Suddenly, everything feels bigger than it is. The Slack ping becomes scary. A Google Meet invite feels like judgment day. The usual workload now feels like pushing a mountain with a teaspoon. And the worst part? You're not e...

Hey. Hi. Hello. Yes, I’m back. Again.  I haven’t posted in a while. Not because I didn’t want to (okay maybe a little) but mostly because I’ve been running low on energy, ideas, motivation, and let’s be real, personality . (If burnout was a personality type, it’s me.) But weirdly enough, even when I stop writing, I still crave this space of mine. It’s that tiny corner of the internet where I hope someone like me is reading this, while stuck in corporate hustle, juggling deadlines, and googling “how to multitask?” So what brought me here today? Well…  scrolling IG for straight 30 minutes, I realize 7 out of 10 reels are literally people complaining about corporate exhaustion, how they quit their jobs, or how they romanticize quitting their jobs . Algorithm, bestie, why are you reading my soul like that? Anyway, I took it as a sign. Sat down to type out my thoughts. With exactly zero plan. Not even a title in mind. Just vibes, overworked neurons, and chatGPT , who’s defin...