Babies cut teeth, Steve Denniston cuts keys, and the unspoken remains unsaid.
There is hope at the end of every story. Ed Nichols explains how something good comes out of it.
What starts as an office barb, turns into a poetry face-off. Gargi Mehra removes names to protect the innocent.
Equatable to "that weird dude in there using the photocopier" Brooks Winchell is transient.
For someone who doesn't care about fashion, this worker details her closet. Mary Senter's Blue Collar Blues.
Annie Lampman's poem works around the clock.
Say goodbye to year 5 of WORK. Next week starts year 6!
Dawn Corrigan states about this week's piece:
Attached please find a Word document showing an exchange of emails between myself and several of my coworkers, back when I was managing a small tech support call center in the early aughts. At issue was how we were going to spend some of our discretionary bonus money that week. We always set aside a chunk of the money for a meal on Friday, usually breakfast, and it was always a topic of lively interest. But that week, the mother of one of our team members had offered to cater lunch for us, and the ensuing email discussion rose to previously unseen rhetorical heights.
(I feel compelled to assert that our clients continued to receive the same great customer service my team always offered, while the debate raged on.)