Mar 14
2012
Sooo. I work a lot. I have a lot of papers to write for school. I usually fall into bed by 10:30, and I frequently have 8 a.m. meetings. I do nothing else. Mostly, I don’t know what people are talking about at the office. I don’t know where things are. I was sad for a [...]
Feb 12
2012
(EDITED TO ADD: I have a whole new, never-before-seen post on Thought Catalog about dating divorced men. Remember when I used to date? Those were some good times.) Last night I dreamt that: – I was wrong about the time of my new job orientation and missed it; – Wandering around the endless maze of [...]
Feb 07
2012
I’ve never really had any professional ambition, other than to be able to buy myself things and go on vacation and have people like me. I entered college as an international studies major, somehow thinking that I was going to wind up working in the foreign service in France. When I quit school, I was [...]
Nov 01
2011
I’ve told you most of this before–I’m from a working class family, no one cared what I did in high school, I was the first in my family to go to college, we were utterly clueless about how all of that stuff worked, standardized test scores changed the course of my life, I got into a [...]
Aug 22
2010
I don’t talk about my job much here, both because blogging about your job is not very smart and because I know I’m damn lucky to have it. It’s the best job anyone in my family has probably ever had, and while I do occasionally find myself crying in the bathroom from frustration, it’s not [...]
Jul 26
2010
The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a singer. We lived in an old house with low windows, and I used to play my WHAM! tape and croon along, kneeling at the casement and hanging my head over the porch roof. I thought it was fairly likely that I would [...]
Jul 07
2010
Lying in bed last night, sleepless again despite a purloined Sonata, I started fantasizing about different jobs. This is a sign of stress for sure; I’ve been both indulging in escapist fantasies and taking what I think of as flight naps, where I fall deeply and profoundly asleep purely to avoid the noise in my [...]