What’s the difference between the herd of cows in the slaughter shoot and the herd of frequent flyers boarding a plane? There is none. (This is not a joke.) The chaos of the kindergarten classroom after recess is less stressful than the whiny business-casual crowd elbowing and shoving, me first, I have status! No chivalry … Continue reading Chaos
This morning, I read two articles on Fast Company that seemed to contradict each other. The first was about some internet guru lady who says that big companies better look out because working Millennials won't be motivated by money, instead, they'll be looking for 'meaningful' employment. The second article said, big companies are trying to … Continue reading Meaningful Work
The insect’s dream
Success, you are dead to me.
An essay on my sad but necessary break with the word, 'success.'
I know you don’t like me.
Some of the spilled wine flows under my glass and forms a circle. I probably shouldn't have poured this last glass. I've had enough already. But the men have left an uncomfortable silence in their wake, and I've given up trying to fill it with words so I'll try wine instead. It's the way you … Continue reading I know you don’t like me.
I stay in a lot of hotels. Mostly nice ones. For an average of three nights per trip. I am very, very aware of the effort made to keep my room clean. I also have a pretty good imagination. On the list of all the jobs I could ever want to have, cleaning hotel rooms … Continue reading Hotel Tipping
I read a comment on a blog…
If you will indulge me.... I'd like to share my reply to a comment I read on another blog. The blog belongs to John Scalzi, the guy who wrote the book Redshirts (which I loved.) In this particular post, he shared a video of a song by the Doubleclicks about internet trolls. You should listen … Continue reading I read a comment on a blog…
I know you were here, you left the evidence all over the kitchen counter, you disgusting creature. You ignore the treats I leave out for you and feast instead on some invisible spot of grease I neglected to scrub away. I can't clean anymore. My hands are shriveled prunes. The smell of bleach is overwhelming … Continue reading Disgusting Creature
The Culture Snob I tried to read a book called, "The Cult of the Amateur" by Andrew Keen, because I thought it would explain how we can recognize the Good Stuff in a world where Everyone can display Everything. But I should have paid more attention to the subtitle: "How blogs, MySpace, YouTube, and the rest of … Continue reading Join ’em
Gratuitous Gratitude, a Rant
Gratitude from the overly thankful drips on me like cold sludge from a clogged gutter. Words from a recent email: Oh thank you sooo much for doing this!!! My world is a better place because you are in it!!! I am so grateful for everything you do for me!!! I just can't thank you enough!!!!!!!!!!! … Continue reading Gratuitous Gratitude, a Rant