Let’s enjoy today. To bask in the warmth of the light of change. Let’s enjoy the fruits of our hard work and watch CNN until our eyeballs fall out.
Let’s scan the world’s papers to see ourselves, admired through others’ eyes.
Let’s hold hands and sing, and high five, and, especially when the cameras are looking, give [...]
Category Archives: Work
Yes We Can… Now We MUST!
Problogger Content Madness!
OK, STOP already. Darren Rowse, the true-to-his-title “ProBlogger,” has tweeted, digged and dumped into my reader the same post, under a dozen different titles, over and over again and I can’t take it anymore!
So, to you Bloggers with no audiences, the answer to the repeated and repeated question, “Is Writing Great Content Enough to Build [...]
Comments Accepted
Not too long ago, I did something stupid on this blog and changed a setting. That setting made people “login” to comment.
The downside of that was that people I WANTED to leave comments got stopped from doing it. The other downside of that was that people I DIDN’T want to leave comments somehow figured out [...]
21st Century Tips to Holiday Office Parties
Maybe I wouldn’t have been so inspired to write this if I hadn’t been rebuffed by UBS, my husband’s workplace, two years in a row now.
UBS, that beloved multinational banking behemoth, which hit Working Mother’s Top 10 again this year for super companies to work for, hosts mammoth holiday parties every year for their employees.
The [...]
Message from the Leaf Pile
Top 10 Reasons to Read a Blog
10. The blogger is funny, but not funny ha-ha… funny hmmmm.
9. You are bored of internet porn… it is so done!
8. Procrastination is nine-tenths of the law.
7. You hate your boss. Your boss wants you to do something other than browse the internet. You fancy yourself defiant.
6. You [...]
While he was running, I stood here still
For Denny, who ran the marathon yesterday
Not every To Do list has value, even in completion.
Accomplishments fill time. They tire you to your bones, make you sleep better. But they are just done things, sometimes.
Stand in this group if you run in circles to wear yourself out, to alleviate the boredom.
Come over here by the [...]
A Weekend’s Work in Never Done
Existential Question for the Day, Number 523:
Does the American Dream create us, or do we create it?
After leaving the confined space of London and the “cultured” space of Europe, Colin and I are handspringing back into the frontier life of the American Dream. On our To Do list, dutifully being followed and checked off are [...]
A Reason to Work
I was thinking about why I should work.
Or why, anyone should work.
Why they would want to.
I was thinking about what sort of things drives a person to work. You know. Other than hunger and bills.
As wealthy and free as we are, why do we work?
Offhand, I can think of these sorts of reasons:
1. Keep boredom at [...]
At Work again
Today is day two of work. Work. Work.
 What is that, you say? Work? Why would I do such a foolish thing like that, when I had the cushy life, sitting around, eating bon bons, sleeping in, and “writing” all day?
 Well, it’s a weird thing, but productivity, it seems, begets itself. At least in my case.
If [...]
Zen and the Art of Temping
If you are wondering what a little slice of hell is, it’s this: being in the office, as a temp, and having the person you are replacing show up, unannounced.
Then having her say: May I have a hanger please? as she stares at your coat on the rack with disdain.
Then having her say: Well, I [...]
Cubicle Days
Seems like just yesterday I was that awkward, gawky new girl in the office. Now, Temp-days are ending.
What can I do, to fill my time now?
No more hole punch cocktails.
No more stapler wars.
No more chair spin competitions.
No more “ARRARHCCHHGH!” from the copier room, as the feeder jams again.
No more rainbows of post-its, in every shape.
Good-bye [...]
Me vs. the Minutes
I’m supposed to be typing up minutes. But I’m not. As you can see.
Big round table. Men in suits… Ties everywhere. Nice cup of tea, getting cold.
Mumble mumble. Scratch on pad. Quote:
“MUMBLE. MUMBLE.”
Now I’m at my desk and now I have to type up MINUTES.
Minutes are the Brussel sprouts of the secretarial world.
T-E-M-P
Where am I, you might be asking?
I am in a temporary place.
It’s really pretty. I have a glass box–well glass on two sides, that I sit inside for 8 hours. I type things on letterhead. I make coffee and tea.
I am in T-E-M-P land. It’s nice here.
This particular version of Templand is populated with the [...]
In Plastic Armour
I was walking back from the Passage to Victoria station the other day and I came upon, well, this.
They gave me an orange from a basket. I could choose, actually. Apple or orange. They were promoting a website, a site to change your life.
The tall one was funny. He asked, after he heard my [...]