Dear Bossman, I have sat alone in this empty office for two nights in a row while I wait for rush hour traffic to subside work. It has come to my attention that there isn’t any food stashed in this office. No drawers full of M&Ms, no chips or pretzels, not even a mint! There
I hate meeting new people. It has nothing to do with nerves or the fear of change. It has everything to do with their handshake. Recently I’ve been meeting important people. They’ve been around for years. They’re rich. They know Google (because Google itself is a person.) They have meetings practically every day. This isn’t
I forgot to line up some guest bloggers for this week. My bad! I’m spending a week in San Francisco for work so I haven’t had a chance to update my blog-a-roo. I think I’m being stalked…by my cough. Last week I’m pretty sure we broke up. I said, “Cough, I don’t want to date
You know those canvas reusable bags that are sold near the cashier in grocery stores? I finally know how they’re going to get more people to use them. Are you ready for this? They’re going to increase the suckiness of plastic bags! Back in the day I could trust one of those plastic bags to
My hair is really getting on my nerves. It rejects style and the color red. Short hair is so limited, but long hair, when thin, is really annoying. I’m in desperate need of a cut and some new color. I really need to make friends with a stylist. My ass is getting bigger. That, or
It has been about four weeks since my dad has spoken to me. Earlier this month he needed some money and reluctantly I gave it to him. I knew I wouldn’t get it back, but I felt obligated to help him. I told him that should he lie to me and tell me that I’d
Last night was a bit insane. I think bit is a bit of an understatement. It was definitely not what I expected; it was much less formal. It was a small room full of men, drinking, laughing and networking. There were no mics and presenters basically stood in the middle of a night club with
I’m not happy with my blog at the moment. I feel like everything I’d like to write about is something I shouldn’t, depending on who is reading this. I can’t vent because of relationships I have. If I don’t share every detail, someone might take it upon themselves to email someone and “help” me. I
Thanks to the roommate for yesterday’s guest post. Since so many of you asked to hear about the “Respect” story, I’ll share it. Please note that without actually hearing me, it may lose some of the humor. Many moons ago when this blogger was a wee lass, or 8 for you non-pirates, my mom would
I thought I could be one of those cool hipsters who live without a desk. I own a MacBook so I thought I’d get away with using my lap, the dining room table or the tiny laptop stand I bought at Ikea. While all three of those are okay, it doesn’t allow for very much