We are no different from dogs. We might be scrubbed and suited but we’re penned in our cubicles same as surplus dogs warehoused in pounds. Company-issued name plates on the putty-colored dividers designate our spaces. Pedigreed, mixed-breed, sociable or prone to nipping, we all end up contained and alone. There’s no privacy in this isolation. […]
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Everybody loves a surprise.
Steve Slater’s appeal doesn’t surprise me. Lots of jobs have made me angry and I wish I’d done a public announcement kiss-off like Steve. I would have told the colleagues – from accountants to sales people – who told me how I should write what they could do with their writing instruction. I would have […]
Don’t mess with the nun.
Either way, I was going to hell: Damned if I avoided her yet sentenced to incineration if I spoke with her just to score with the Almighty. Having recently lost my job and little luck finding a new one, I went for the brownie points. So I allowed eye contact, returned her smile, and we […]
Dog days.
Every day for one week in June, I swore, “Never. Again.” And each day I was back, crawling on the Browns’ bedroom floor, cooing, “Baby. Come here, Baby.” It wasn’t anything kinky — I’m unemployed but still have some limits. The Browns were my first dog walking clients and Baby Boo their seven-pound Maltese. “Baby […]