Category Archives: Just a Working Stiff

Dusty Room

Some friends have a joke about dusty rooms that make their eyes water. I get it. I’m not a cry-er. Sometimes I think that it might be better if I was. I just don’t often cry. I sent out an … Continue reading

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How I Spent My Friday Night

I came home at 5:30. I cleaned up (because apparently Mr. California leaving not quite 24 hours earlier meant that I somehow turned into a 14 year old boy.) I met a former colleague (she’s working for the competition now) … Continue reading

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I get it

I landed in Vancouver on Sunday and it was pouring rain. My Aunt and Uncle kindly drove me around the city, saying things like “you could see this, if it wasn’t so cloudy”, and “this is a really pretty place … Continue reading

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Living the Dream

One of the women on my client site had a miscarriage this week. She was so pleased to be pregnant, and she is so very sad now. I sent her a note this morning, mostly to let her know that … Continue reading

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Yes

Wednesday and Thursday were better. Today I’m sitting in my home office, with the sun shining in the window, trying to figure out what I should accomplish today.  

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Somedays

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some Nights, Fun Yesterday was a day. One of those days where you have A Day. A day in which your usual resilience … Continue reading

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4 am

4 am. Wide awake. Not dreaming. Not this again. The projects aren’t that bad. Not so stressful. It’s not panic, I just lay awake, my brain going a million miles an hour. Not another night of 4 am. I wake … Continue reading

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Your Money Where Your Mouth Is . . .

I have a thing this morning. It’s a thing that is associated with another thing, and I can’t tell you about either of them – yet. It’s not a bad thing, it’s a good thing, but it is a scary … Continue reading

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