I have been working from home for almost eight months now, and my entire perspective has shifted. For instance, office politics now consist of me and my husband jockeying for space at the dining table that we are both using as our home workspace. I am happy to report that I am currently winn…
For the past 21 years, I have mostly managed to avoid work meetings. Every now and then I would show up for staff training or sit in on a brainstorming session, but meetings never took up much of my work day.
Like many people who have been stuck at home, I’ve become a novice birdwatcher. Some of the birds I see are easy to identify, like the wild turkey that wandered into the yard, or the two vultures that decided to perch on my back deck one day. (Let me say that again: There were VULTURES. On m…
I think I have found my favorite place in the new house: at the kitchen table, fresh cup of coffee, looking out the window at the front yard and its stretch of flower beds.
I don’t do yard work. It’s not my thing. I’m bad at it. I’m allergic to sweat. I wilt in the heat. In any division of duties, I have always taken the inside job.
Four months ago, if you told me I needed to “flatten the curve,” I would have thought you were referring to my hips.
My world got a little bit brighter the first time I ordered groceries via Instacart. Somebody else would do my shopping for me? Is this how the 1% live?