So there I was, getting my morning coffee in the break room. I started to walk toward the door with my steaming, full mug of coffee when a colleague called after me to ask a question; I turned to answer and then continued on my way… and instead of walking through the door, I walked into the floor-to-ceiling glass window beside the door.
It was a sitcom-worthy moment, but without the laugh track.
Excuse me while I go home to find a clean shirt and jeans.
When you’re feeling depressed about the situation you’ve got yourself into, the distances and lack of employment; there’s something rejuvenating and cheering about a 65° Sunday in California [more...]
Am I being selfish and silly to be so freaking depressed right now? I was so sure of myself when I last talked to B., trying to be mature and stoic; trying to be logical and methodical and an adult. I told myself that [more...]
I just realized this: on one side of my desk, I have one of those hutch things with a push-pin board. There are all sorts of things on the board, and I just noticed that where the items are placed depends on whether the [more...]
