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Surely Sarah
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Australian Elder Millennial, corporate wage slave, book and television enthusiast.
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Surely Sarah @surelysarah.bsky.social · Nov 24
Please don't email me then call me to say you've sent an email.
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no one better bring me to life with a magic hat that’s all i’m saying
December 8, 2025 at 12:33 PM
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Made it until 11am before anyone in the office mentioned the horse race. I had thought about it on the weekend but clean forgotten it was today. I love that my work no longer even acknowledges it. nup to the cup!
November 4, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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Today in white collar office fun and games: You’re telling me a business owner with the company name COMPLETE ALPHA MALE COACHING PTY LTD* is difficult to deal with?? Shocking.
(*altered, obv)
October 31, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Nostalgic for the brief period in 1999 when we thought Blair Witch might be real
October 27, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Today in corporate fuckery: as predicted, leadership team’s response to poor employee engagement in the annual EOS survey, particularly in the actual leadership space, was not “how can we fix this?” but “WE (ie. us plebs) need to fix this”. 🙄
October 28, 2025 at 5:45 AM
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We watched House of Dynamite tonight. I want my money back Netflix.
October 27, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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i should be able to click a button at the beginning of a sports season that says “i’m normal” and i don’t get served any ads for crypto or gambling
October 26, 2025 at 10:50 PM
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Being in Brisbane today feels like being slowly roasted in a fan-forced oven.
October 27, 2025 at 6:12 AM
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Forgot I can WFH this week, did my Sunday night mo wax for nothing.
October 12, 2025 at 10:32 PM
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things are bad, but at least the celebrities aren't singing Imagine into their phones again
October 12, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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how dare you tell a joke on the internet when [very specific horrible thing happening in the world]
September 27, 2025 at 9:57 PM
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Today in corporate Fun & Games:
Me - asks a question
Them - answers back with the answer to another, completely different question
Me - but what about my question
Them - oh yeah I’ll have to get back to you
September 25, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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If any of you are planning on leaving in the rapture, please feel free to transfer me your money before you go
September 21, 2025 at 12:32 PM
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every poster whose skeets get read in court should be required to have a username that is this funny, at bare minimum
A Bluesky post dated Sept. 4 under the account name "guy who gets shot in the head one hundred thousand times a day" matches the description of the post included in the court documents.
September 20, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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Today’s episode of What Grinds My Gears: men who install their wives as director and 100% shareholders of their 2-bit companies then tell everyone it’s theirs. I cannot stress enough: DO NOT ever let anyone do this to you if you’re not involved in the business.
September 12, 2025 at 5:12 AM
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My coworker’s new favourite swear is “dickhole” and honestly it’s bringing me such joy because it’s FUNNY every single time.
September 3, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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I have now spent $80 on the movie Jurassic World: Rebirth. $20 to see it at the cinema, $30 when my in-laws rented it on my Prime account two weeks ago, and another $30 tonight when my hubby decided to rent it also on my Prime account.
September 2, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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The new Elizabeth Gilbert memoir sounds absolutely berserk
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
Here is what actually happens in the new book, called “All the Way to the River: Love, Loss, and Liberation.” Gilbert, newly flush with seemingly unlimited cash, and filled with both a desire to be useful and the existential unease of someone who has just won the lottery, begins covering her friends’ therapy bills and tuition payments, and lavishing jewelry, weddings, and houses (plural) on them. At one point, after the 2008 financial crisis, she walks down a street in New Jersey asking small-business owners if they need money. Then her friend Rayya—a hot queer hairdresser whom Gilbert met during her first marriage—hits a rough patch, and Gilbert moves her out of a Chelsea apartment and into a New Jersey church that she bought sight unseen from Laos. (Gilbert had intended it to be a home for herself and her second husband, whom she met during her “Eat, Pray, Love” year.) Gilbert falls in love with Rayya, though she doesn’t admit this to Rayya or to her husband. Instead, she proposes that Rayya write a memoir in lieu of paying rent, and asks her to travel with her, ostensibly so that Rayya can do her hair and makeup for professional appearances. By 2013, Gilbert is admitting to a stranger in a book-signing line that the only reason she and Rayya aren’t a couple is that Gilbert is married and “trying to be good.” Rayya, who is an alcoholic and a heroin addict in recovery, has begun openly drinking again. Here is what actually happens in the new book, called “All the Way to the River: Love, Loss, and Liberation.” Gilbert, newly flush with seemingly unlimited cash, and filled with both a desire to be useful and the existential unease of someone who has just won the lottery, begins covering her friends’ therapy bills and tuition payments, and lavishing jewelry, weddings, and houses (plural) on them. At one point, after the 2008 financial crisis, she walks down a street in New Jersey asking small-business owners if they need money. Then her friend Rayya—a hot queer hairdresser whom Gilbert met during her first marriage—hits a rough patch, and Gilbert moves her out of a Chelsea apartment and into a New Jersey church that she bought sight unseen from Laos. (Gilbert had intended it to be a home for herself and her second husband, whom she met during her “Eat, Pray, Love” year.) Gilbert falls in love with Rayya, though she doesn’t admit this to Rayya or to her husband. Instead, she proposes that Rayya write a memoir in lieu of paying rent, and asks her to travel with her, ostensibly so that Rayya can do her hair and makeup for professional appearances. By 2013, Gilbert is admitting to a stranger in a book-signing line that the only reason she and Rayya aren’t a couple is that Gilbert is married and “trying to be good.” Rayya, who is an alcoholic and a heroin addict in recovery, has begun openly drinking again. Three years later, Rayya is given a diagnosis of liver and pancreatic cancer and told that she has six months to live. Gilbert ends her marriage, confesses her love to Rayya, and takes an end-stage rocket ship to the romantic stratosphere. When Rayya refuses chemo, Gilbert rents her a penthouse, then starts buying her things: a Range Rover, a piano, a Rolex. Together, they gorge on food, sex, travel, pleasure. “We were ecstatic, phosphorescent, dangerous, brilliant, and full of wild courage,” Gilbert writes. “We were writing poems about each other, staying awake just to watch ourselves breathing, and pouring words of devotion back and forth.” They were “divine angels, wrapped together in a single cloak of stars.” Their love was “far more powerful,” Gilbert goes on, than the “mere alcohol, weed, Xanax, psilocybin, sedatives, sleeping pills, and ecstasy” that the two were taking—and why not? Then Rayya’s friends persuade her to do chemo after all, and her illness and the treatment together become so monstrously debilitating that she decides she needs both an hourly supply of opiates and a mountain of cocaine. These Gilbert pays for and procures. In time, Gilbert becomes a twisted bedside nurse, tying off the arms of a “venomous junkie” who has already lived nine months longer than the doctors thought she would. And yet this off-kilter enabler remains Elizabeth Gilbert, a woman who could, in under thirty seconds, locate transcendent human insight in a nuclear-waste dump. She tells herself, “Rayya is my most beautiful story.” Then, losing the faith, she decides to murder Rayya, literally, by switching her morphine pills with sleeping pills and covering her in fentanyl patches—a plot that fails only because Rayya somewhat demonically cottons on to the plan and thwarts it. Gilbert realizes that she has hit rock bottom, that she is a sex-and-love addict—an addict all around, actually. This becomes the organizing principle and revelation of the book: Gilbert’s journey with Rayya is merely an extreme version of a dynamic that “all of us” can relate to, Gilbert tells her readers, because, like addicts, we have all grasped desperately at “relief from the sting of life.”
August 31, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Pajama Day in a corporate office is such a headspin. Like what do you mean the department manager is wearing a Kermit the Frog twinset?
August 27, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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A guy at my gym was working out wearing jeans, a belt and tan dress shoes. RMs I think.
August 24, 2025 at 7:52 AM
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Just saw a man in a tweed suit and a matching flat cap, a very unusual sight in Brisbane. Very Peaky Blinders.
August 7, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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Anyone who has been to previous performances of Handa Opera on Sydney Harbour, what’s the seating like? I know it’s outdoor but do they have actual seats? Benches? Stools?
July 18, 2025 at 11:31 AM
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My goodness it’s so nice to have some happy endings to potentially sad news stories the last few days. First the missing surfer found on an offshore island, then the missing backpacker found after 12 days in the WA bush.
Amazing.
July 11, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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What ever happened to Moo Deng? Did she grow up and lose her cuteness so we all turned away??
July 11, 2025 at 1:59 AM
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Today in Corporate Frustration: people who type four paragraphs of info in a message then wait for an answer when they haven’t asked an actual question
July 11, 2025 at 1:53 AM