About Us

It started at 7 AM.

The Job

I was working at Big Tech in Hudson Yards, NYC. From the outside, it looked like the dream. But inside, I was running on fear, not motivation. Stakeholders were chasing me for "ASAP" deliverables, and the "Sunday Scaries" became my lifestyle.

I had lost my time, my energy, and my curiosity. I hadn't touched my tennis racket in months. I hadn't even asked AI a random question like "is there any possibility that two mules make a donkey?" in ages. I wasn't living. I was just... buffering.

The Layoff

Then came that morning. I woke up at 7 AM and instinctively reached for my phone to check Slack. Login failed. That was weird. I tried again. Login failed. Then I checked my personal email. There it was. A generic mass email simply stating: Access Revoked. I went from "Top Performer" to "Outsider" before I even brushed my teeth.

The Pivot

That day, I sat on my floor with a lot of resentment and a sudden, deafening silence. For years, I had swallowed every sigh and endured the finger-pointing. I was tired of being "professional." I was tired of faking it. I wanted to scream. But instead, I decided to make the silence speak.

I turned my frustration into a tangible act of rebellion. Sunday Said is the result. It is a collection of the things I thought but was too afraid to say on the Zoom call. It’s not just a brand; it’s the exit interview I never got to have.

The Reality

I run this brand entirely by myself: designing, packing, and shipping. But this time, I set the hours. No stakeholders, no false urgency, and absolutely no working past 6 PM. It’s chaotic, but for the first time in years, I’m not buffering. I’m finally online.

Not cute. Not motivational. Just honest.