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Mar 14
2012

Butterflies and Badges

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

Dream Job Interpretation

(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

Shoot The Moon

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

If I Knew Then What I Know Now

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

Narnia v. Ohio

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

When I Grow Up (The Angsty Work Post)

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

Geographic Cure

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 […]