I’ve had my dream job twice now. Luckily for me, I realized both times that I loved what I was doing while I was doing it. Unluckily for me, I’m not doing either at the moment. C’est la vie, and all that. Is this not the definition of maturity – sacrificing immediate pleasure for the…
Category: Sixteen Tons
Slap My Hand!
At the place where I work, we make stuff. We make stuff that has to stay clean, because it can be used in medical supplies, baby wipes, and other similar need-to-be-sanitary type products. When making this stuff, in order to avoid the deposit of human DNA and other nasties, we wear uniforms and hair nets. …
Adventures in Chemotherapy
You know work is bad when you prefer spending the day at the chemotherapy treatment center. My job has myriad, disparate tasks. Myriad. And disparate. And here lately these pesky insistent little duties have all hooked their long fingers around one or the other of my limbs and started trotting off in their disparate directions, threatening to tear me apart,…
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Protected: The Email I Sent
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