Miche Lin Star

Ready to survive the chaos of toxic workplaces? Check out my latest series on Desk Diaries to Deep Breaths—where I unpack office madness and share real strategies to protect your mental health.

It's all about reclaiming your space and sanity.

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We’re about to set the clocks forward an hour… I think I’ll just go ahead and set mine forward five years. Maybe by then, we’ll all have a better sense of direction. #DaylightSavingTime

Shows a line graph Y-Axis (Vertical) is the Productivity/Effort shown with blue line that starts low, skyrockets over time. X-Axis (Horizontal) is the Time at Company/Years of service shown with red line that represents paycheck that has minimal to no increases.

Productivity vs. Paycheck" graph—visual proof that your effort is on an Olympic sprint while your salary is taking a leisurely stroll.

Today’s economic blackout isn’t just about skipping your morning coffee run—it’s about calling out the corporations that squeeze employees dry while hoarding record profits. If one day of not spending can send a message, imagine what real accountability could do.

"Dear Management, Effective immediately, I will no longer be participating in the group delusion that this job is worth my sanity."

"Dear HR, I regret to inform you that I have found employment where my soul won’t be slowly crushed like a tin can in a trash compactor."

Exactly.

I'm absolutely positive that my coworkers mentality is that the work fascinates them. So much so that they can sit and simply just stare at it for hours.

I don't like to think before I speak. I like to be just as surprised as
everyone else about what comes out of
my mouth.

Self-care is important. That’s why when I tell you to go f*ck yourself, just know—it’s coming from a place of love.

People might try to guilt-trip you for saying ‘no,’ but honestly, it’s one of the best things you can do for your peace of mind. Protecting your energy isn’t selfish—it’s necessary. Don’t feel bad for putting yourself first. You’re not a superhero, you’re human.

Question: Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?
Answer: My sense of decency.

Image shows 2 cartoons of 12 eggs. With the caption Will trade 12 dozen "golden" eggs for a down payment on a house.With the price of eggs these days, I'm basically sitting on a nest of pure gold.Forget stocks-invest in chickens. At this point, should I start charging market price per yolk? Because these eggs are looking like a luxury item. Serious inquiries only. Will also consider trades for a full tank of gas or a week's worth of groceries.

If at first you don’t succeed… try, try again (and again, and again, and—sigh).

If only… 🤔

What’s a dating ick you didn’t know you had until it happened?

I don’t meet the height requirements for riding your emotional roller coaster.

When the ‘team’ in teamwork stands for ‘Toxic Employees And unnecessary Meetings.’

If your job was a reality TV show, what would the title be?

Can’t afford your mood swings—self-care budget’s already maxed out.

I can tell by your rude demeanor and sarcastic undertones that we would be friends.

Thank you.

I put in my two weeks’ notice via an ALL staff email but I didn’t stop there. I laid out every toxic, corrupt thing going on, called out management on their nonsense, and hit SEND. Corporate chaos ensued.

Did I show up for my final two weeks? Absolutely not.

Would I do it again? 10/10, no regrets.

Vacation me is a whole different person. Waking up at 6 AM for excursions? Absolutely. Walking 12 miles sightseeing? Yes, please.

Back home? I need a nap after folding laundry.

Be the reason someone smiles today. Or the reason they drink-whatever works.

Dating in 2025 feels like job hunting—except the benefits are nonexistent, the hours are unpredictable, and the hiring manager keeps ghosting.

Emotional intelligence is a non-negotiable. Who has the time and bandwidth to be out here dating grown toddlers?

Welcome to the chaos—where jobs are toxic, the dating pool is dust, and self-care is the only lifeline.

Some of y’all are running on caffeine, audacity, and one solid nap—raw-dogging life with no seatbelt.

Are we thriving, surviving, or just here for the drama? Let’s discuss.

Seriously, creative folks: Don't be afraid to let people know your stuff is out there for them, or worry that "now is not the time for that." People are stressed and freaked out and looking for the things that will give them a moment of rest and joy. It is EXACTLY the time for what we do. Tell them.