The following Monday was the day before Election Day, though I wasn’t thinking about that. Instead, office politics were on my mind – mostly, when to hold your tongue.
Two weeks ago, a coworker and I left work at the same time. He was a young, good-looking guy named Mike in his mid-twenties who always wore a forest green hoodie and Vans sneakers to work. It didn’t matter for him though – he was a skilled VFX animator who worked in one of the dark edit suites near the back of the office. He’d been at the company for a little over a year.
We walked toward Union Square and I wondered what it was like to have a skill that people were willing to pay a lot of money for.
“Today feels like a Powerball day,” Tom said to me over Gchat. Continue reading “Powerball Days”
Yesterday, between the Union Square AT&T (where I picked up a new iPhone) and Mayson Kayser, where Tom and I stopped for a leisurely bite to eat, it occurred to me that New York – especially on a misty fall afternoon – was a magical place to be, and that my time here was limited. Continue reading “New York, Revisited from New York”
“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)”