Tag: work

  • Stomping

    I stomped into the house after a long day of working at the library.  I knew why I was irritated, but there were too many problems for me to solve in one day.  All I wanted was for the managers to do their jobs, but apparently that was too much to ask.  Today they had…

  • Feedback

    “Do you have any feedback for me?”  My boss asked, crossing his arms.  I had been preparing myself for this question because I knew the feedback I really had was feedback he didn’t want to hear.  How can you nicely tell your boss he is completely incapable of doing his job?  Especially when he has already been…

  • Wild

    I knew shit was going down as soon as Susan started toward my desk.  She was the office gossip and tattletale, but thought she was getting away with all her games.  She thought she was getting away with everything when her whisper was as loud as her yell.  Everyone knew as soon as she started toward you: be prepared for anything.    I…

  • Mind Your Business

    My mother was always the mind your own business type.  The no-nonsense type.  She had a plan and she stuck to it.  I never knew how she could possibly fit so many tasks into one day.  I liked to take my time.  But that’s probably why I wasn’t nearly as successful as my mother.  At least not as successful as she would like me to…