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Stick this in your LinkedIn profile

When I met the other consultant the first thing I thought was god, he’s young and the next thing, god, I’m old…I’d been out of the workforce about a year, maybe two…but I felt much older than that, I felt … Continue reading

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Blue in green: Monday, January 23

I got too close to my car, which is never good (emotionally attached), probably starting to identify with it falling apart, the inexplicable warning lights flickering going up steep hills, knowing it was only a matter of time. And I … Continue reading

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“All Right Now”

When I started up at my last job, the corporate memos were the same style¬†as a competitor I worked for prior, because the competitor had stolen the Word template and just changed the logo at the top, but kept the … Continue reading

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Lay vs. Lie

BELLEVUE, WASHINGTON 20 JANUARY 2009 Dawn and I sat in the car in the Macy’s parking garage discussing what we’d do if I lost my job, decided we’d move to Germany, liked the idea so much we agreed we’d go … Continue reading

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Life is the job interview you didn’t realize was a job interview

We don’t preen here, the #2 guy says. He repeats himself because he likes the word preen, he puts it in italics. It forces the three of us to pause and think about our last jobs, because we all have … Continue reading

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Geographic Tongue

I’m told it’s common, affecting 2-3% of the population, which doesn’t sound common, but intriguing still: Geographic Tongue. I picked my hygienist because she seems genuinely passionate about oral health. When I ask for more information she gets excited talking … Continue reading

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The day I turned purple

It was a dark, moody sunrise from the top of our office building that day, No Roof Access. The kind of morning you can’t tell if the sun is really there, it’s just a band of white below the cloud … Continue reading

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