We Had to Remove This Post

by Hanna Bervoets

Subject matter experts, or SMEs, had to audit our work.

Traumatic Flashback for me lol

but you don’t say that, no, all day long you bite your tongue because if you accidentally say something sensible in reply — “Ma’am, is that really the end of the world?” — they start screaming, yes, at least four in fifteen customers will start screaming at you and calling you all sorts of names, they’ll call you a cunt and then ask for your supervisor .

Dwp lol

He’s also very generous when it comes to buying rounds. We can barely keep up with him and tonight, too, we pour our leftovers into each other’s half-empty glasses: Whoever has the least gets the most, that happens automatically, the routine part of our rapport.

Okay, the fact that we employ this kind of humor is a joke in and of itself — that is, we know full well that it’s pretty ironic to be saying the very things we spent all day excising from the platform — but our cracks aren’t some sort of moral commentary so much as an exciting flirtation with the forbidden. And maybe they’re also just a way to prove how tough we are, how resilient, to ourselves and to each other:

Two people who know somewhere deep down that they’re probably being watched but who feed off each other’s energy, and so they end up rolling all the way down the side of that mountain, the alcohol their gravity.

I think we were in the stage of a relationship when it still kind of feels like you’re interviewing each other at times — we’d have the kinds of long conversations that reveal that the amount of love you feel for each other isn’t exactly commensurate with the amount of information you have about each other: I think we were trying to bridge the gap by asking questions,