Tag: work

  • I’m Glad My Coworkers Understand My Sense of Humor 

    I’m Glad My Coworkers Understand My Sense of Humor 

    ​My coworker: Derek, we can put this project off a couple of weeks. What do you think? Me: I’m a morbidly obese hypertensive who could drop dead at any minute. I say we just get it over with. Other people on the meeting:  … My coworker: I thought you’d want to get it done ASAP.

  • Things They Don’t Tell You About Working From Home

    There are a lot of benefits to working at home and I appreciate that my employer has given me the opportunity. However, one thing that no one ever tells you about working from home and telecommuting is that if you don’t start your car every day, or at least several times a week, then the…

  • Walking The Wrong Path

    I am pretty good at my job. Not great yet but pretty good, and I am the type of person who at least tries to be great. I think that is part of why I have been feeling frustrated lately. Another source of my frustration might be because I am in a production position again.…

  • Something That I Just Thought About

    Since I was laid off last year, I have spent most of my days taking care of Stephen, getting Stephen from school or once I got my current job, dropping Stephen off at the babysitter while I went off to work. However, this fall Stephen will be going to school all day. I will be…

  • North Carolina Bound

    Recently I have noticed that a few people on my life are leaving the Detroit area for North Carolina. Granted, these are people who are on the peripheral but they are still close enough to be noticed, daughters of friends who happen to also be friendly with me and (soon to be ex-) coworkers of…

  • What Not To Say

    I was talking to Patti and I started a sentence with “Today I put in my two weeks notice…” What I meant to say was “Today I put in my two week notification that I want July 3rd off.” I realized my mistake when all the blood rushed from her face.

  • Resignation Letters and Final Episodes

    Ever since I joined the real work force (I had a sometime job at 13 and a part time all through high school and I don’t really count them), I always carried an undated, but signed resignation letter in my wallet. I can’t remember why I started, but it was always something very basic “To…