I have a weird job. My commute usually involves a plane and my 'cubical' is a table in a ballroom of a hotel. I fly somewhere, work four or five 16 hour days, and then I fly home. And that's it: job's over and my time is my own until the next job. I do … Continue reading Time vs. Money
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Watching the Clock
I see her. She sits at the kitchen table, the laptop is open and her hand is on the mouse, but she is looking out the window. She looks bored. Her eyes follow the movements of her four-year-old daughter. She looks back at the laptop. She clicks to refresh the screen. No new emails. She … Continue reading Watching the Clock
Mind of a Mouse 