Conflict of Interest Pt 2: The Cocky Coworker
In my previous post, I described the blue-collar Hispanic man who is low-key obsessed with me. So if I ever go missing, he should definitely be considered Prime Suspect #1 or, at the very least, a person of interest. This time I’m going to describe the other half of this coin, the ones who can’t seem to stand me after a while. In particular, the white-collar man, a coworker of mine who is a team leader in another department.
Conflict of Interest Pt 1: The Lawnmower Man
My mother set me up with a lawnmower guy. He did good work. He also sent unsolicited pictures and became obsessed. The grass still needs cutting, so here we are.
10 Reasons Why I Hate Riding in a Car With My Brother
My car broke down and I have to commute with my brother. He monologues, he camps in the left lane, he won't play music, and he refuses to blow his nose. A full accounting.
Birthday Fail • A Historical Review of Why I Hate Birthdays
My birthday peaked at age six. Everything since has been a documented disaster. 10 reasons I stopped caring about my birthday entirely.
Strong Enough – Not Just Lyrics to Another Song
A coworker told me she wished she was as strong as me. I spent the rest of the day wondering what she was actually seeing, because it isn't what I see when I look in the mirror.
