V. has been one of my co-workers since I started this shift in September. Not just someone I worked with, but part of a kind of group of four of us; we partnered with each other - though usually she partnered with Jonathan - sat together in the break room, teased and picked and made juvenile off-color comments. One slow day, we had a rubber-band ( Read more... )

From writing workshop. The prompt was the sentence "You're not the boss of me."

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Let me start by saying that I realize that having too much work is an awesome problem to have. I like money. I like that, depending on exactly how much dental work I need and how much of the expense will be paid by my insurance, I am likely to break even for the year, even after having spent the first half of the year working not-quite-full-time ( Read more... )

I was laid off pretty much exactly one year ago. Fortunately, I'd been expecting the company to fold for probably 5 years, so it wasn't a surprise, and between planning for catastrophe and just being a cheapskate in general, unemployment has been enough I haven't had to tap savings yet. And hey, I've had more time to write! And to terraform my ( Read more... )