Q: I work in an open office space, which means that there’s a big room where five of us have desks, and one of us—not me—is a hoarder. There are piles of garbage, bits of half-eaten food, assorted shoes and toiletries, books, CDs, DVDs, magazines, and vinyl records all over this person’s area. We get […]
I don’t necessarily hate my coworkers, but the thought of seeing them outside of the office makes me want to set myself on fire.
As I write this, I am sitting in a tiny, freezing cold waiting room at a surgical center.
I don’t know what it’s like where you folks work, but my tiny office is a lot like a family. A dysfunctional family, to be sure, but a family nonetheless.
While many professions and pastimes may have their own self-identity troubles, I think writers have a particularly difficult time accepting if and when they are “writers.”
In a slight departure from last’s week’s party-centric post, today I’m addressing overnight guests. I figured this was a good topic because I’ve heard some grumbling about it in the last few weeks among friends and coworkers. So, whether or not you’re throwing a holiday party, you may be hosting your loved ones for a […]