So I have this problem, see? I’m a chronic double-booker. I double-, and sometimes triple-book myself *all the time*. Tonight, for example. For weeks I have known that today is Sarrah’s birthday. I agreed enthusiastically to party with her tonight. I bought her a gift. Yet my strangely compartmentalized brain decided it would be funny […]

How badly do I need benefits, a pension, vacation and a regular paycheck, REALLY? I hate my office job with a violent, fiery passion. Like a bobcat trapped in a rusty iron legtrap, I want to gnaw at my own brain to release myself from this cubicled hell. Tepid trivialities! Inconsequential initiatives! Monotonous minutiae! Petty […]