This is part 2. Part 1 is here.
I reminded my cousin of the short magician I met in my French class when I was in community college.
“Yeah,” I said.
I was talking to my cousin on the phone. She’d just come from a law school friend’s wedding in the Bay Area, an intimate affair up in the hills of Berkeley where, during cocktail hour, the bride had come up to her with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.
“There’s someone here I want to set you up with,” Ginny said, “He’s one of Harry’s best friends and my absolute favorite of all his friends.” Continue reading ““Could You Be With a Short Guy?””
When Tom and I first started traveling together, I watched, on one international flight, as Tom wrote “computers” on the customs form in the spot for “Occupation.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Computers”
In an effort to not write so many depressing posts about work, I’ll try to not write a depressing post about work. Continue reading “Working From Home”
This is now the second longest I’ve ever held a job.
Early in my short-lived career as an Executive Assistant (which is to say, about two weeks into a year), I was routinely flabbergasted by how clear my boss had everything in his head.
“Well, he’s the CEO,” my dad would say, “You think he got there by being confused all the time?” Continue reading ““It’s Simple.” This Is Why I’m Not the CEO (Or Someone Thereabouts)”
It’s been a while, I know. I made a big to-do in January after another long break, announcing the return of Thom’s Thursday Thoughts, then a few months later started working and was like, “Bah. No time for Thom’s thoughts. I’m working.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on A Lot of Things”
“Do you now live for the weekends like all the other worker bees?” Continue reading “How (Not) To Conduct Yourself At an Office Party. Part 1.”
A few nights ago a friend from home called to catch up. She’d just come back from a three week trip in Southeast Asia and was met with news of not one but two engagements of her closest friends. In a week she would travel again to Canada to cheer her husband on in his Ironman, and after that, enjoy the three weeks left of summer vacation, courtesy of her Master’s program, to which, summer plans all said and done, she was looking forward to returning. Continue reading “Tuesday”
A few weeks ago a coworker and I headed back to the office together after an offsite meeting.
His name was Hemingway*, after the writer he said, but his livelihood was in film. The short, thirty second variety – TV Commercials – TVCs or “spots,” as the industry has designated. He was an accomplished but not quite famous freelance director. Continue reading “A Conversation With Hemingway*”