Not Safe for Work

by Nisha J. Tuli

To the person I was and the one I became. It’s never too late if you want it enough.

These men are the Khakis—white hetero men of mediocre competence and undeserved confidence who wouldn’t know their way to a clitoris if someone strung them over a swamp rife with testicle-eating crocodiles.

Fine. Rafe Gallagher is a fucking eleven out of ten. The catch—and isn’t there always one?—is Rafe’s personality. When he opens his mouth, his stock plummets, landing him squarely in the neighborhood of a floundering two. He’s overconfident and smug, and we’ve spent the last several years locked in a battle of professional wills.

“Bullshit.” The word erupts from my mouth—nearly five years of disappointment launched at him in two acidic syllables.

I don’t have to keep being grateful to a company that doesn’t value anything I have to offer just because they gave me a job when no one else would.

“You should really ask him,”

And now he thinks you are sleeping with his dad

What I meant was it’s hard to believe you’re an introvert because you shine in every room you enter.”

“There’s nothing unmissable about you. That’s all I meant. That there isn’t anywhere you could go where everyone wouldn’t notice you.”

He’s the Mount Doom of hospitality.

Plus, I’m so tired of trying to win over a corporation that refuses to be won.

decided to bow out of the interview with EnviroTech, tentatively

With how long is left, might be a bad idea

I hope that someday, WMC engages in a legitimate process to start dismantling the oppressive systems in which it operates, but I’m done waiting around for that to happen.

Good luck and good riddance… and also, fuck off.

you will not throw your life away over a man.”