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 … Read More
Tag: On Work
On moving toward money, and meaning.
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, … Read More
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. … Read More
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 … Read More
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. … Read More
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, … Read More
A familiar fear for an American in London
Published in The Kansas City Star, July 9, 2005 By ELIZABETH G. HOWARD Special to The Star LONDON — For the first few hours after the four explosions Thursday, it … Read More