Work

I didn’t mean to offend anybody with the state of my life, the world, and the chilly vibe of Corporate

Work is hard (hence, the name). Especially, the kind that I do. It makes me want to do things like

I started a new job today, and I’ve been so nervous about it that I had a dream last night

Funny how when you don’t bring in a big steady paycheck, the numbers in your bank account get smaller…I’m beginning

I’m in the Coffee Shop, land of laptops and people who can’t work in their homes (like me). I understand

I’m really tired of hearing and reading the words “hard work” and “commitment” in regards to writing. Having experienced creative

When I was first laid off, it was difficult to adjust to a life without the structure of a job.

When I said that I wasn’t going to have an existential crisis this round of unemployment I was naiive, in

I can’t say these are earth shattering life markers I’m hitting…but seeing as I’m in a in place in my

I neglected to blog yesterday (sorry), even though I committed to doing this every day (in case you don’t know

I’m in the Laundromat/Coffee Shop again pretending I’m a committed writer (someday I might convince myself). However, it’s just too

It’s impossible. My emotional combustion usually takes the form of exhausting myself through excessive housework (and this is on weekends).

Actually, I was laid off. My friend used the expression “shit-canned” and I just liked it. It’s so white trash.

The coffee machine broke this morning. Apparently, it was Cool Accountant Lady’s “worst nightmare.” I told her if that was