I have a fantasy that one day I will work among adults who do not celebrate their birthdays. It’s not that I deny I’m getting older (still alive at 55). It’s just that I’m an adult now and frankly, it seems a little silly. Living one more year isn’t that big of an accomplishment. Most… Read More Singing the Birthday Blues… and no, it’s not my birthday
At my old job, if a cockroach was spotted in the front office or hallway, I was the one who dealt with it. It wasn’t in my job description but beings how I didn’t run off screaming at the sight of them, it fell to me. I will now pause to discuss the two types… Read More All hail Lord Cockroach! (It’s only a matter of time.)
You may remember Worm from our post a couple weeks ago: a high school teacher with a reputation as a scavenger. I mentioned there was a shady incident involving him and the water cooler. Prepare yourself. Here it is in all its gory detail. Act 1 Scene: Break room of a suburban high school. Near… Read More The Secretary, the Worm, & the water cooler: A morality tale in three acts
Get this guys: when I was driving home from church the wind was blowing really hard and making the snow swirl and dance on top of the road. It looked a little hazy and super cool, like you were about to have a dream sequence. And if we’re really lucky, it’ll be the one where… Read More The Secretary and the Worm: A True Story in One Act
On a post about five or so months ago, where I told of my relocation up North, I ended by saying I got a job at a hospital near our house. Maybe you wondered why I never mentioned this job again? Or maybe you never thought about it, which is completely understandable because why would… Read More Working among nuns and radicals
In the festive month of December, when holiday cheer filled the air, the high school office workers chatted happily and spoke of their plans for the coming break: a flight to Chicago, another to California, still another to Oregon. But one worker, the quiet one in the corner, what plans did she tell? Nary a… Read More A Thank You Gift From Larry: A True Story of Honest Work, Grateful Emails, and Tea
If I were looking for a new job — I’m not, you know, but if I was — there’s a new skill I can add to my resume: Handwriting Translator. Reason being, throughout the day students approach my desk and show me a yellow slip of paper. They ask in meek tone, one befitting Oliver… Read More Cursive Schmursive: If It’s Legible, Who Cares?
I’ve been on a mission to clean out my closet and change up the old wardrobe. My goal is to eliminate morning angst. I want to be able to pop into the closet, grab a shirt, pants & blazer — and by that I mean any shirt, pants & blazer – and boom, I’m out… Read More She’s Come Undone: Crisis Looms in Women’s Office Wear