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Manners Matter. Rejection Stings. Silence Corrodes…

September 11, 20252 Comments

Manners matter. They did when I was seventeen and broke, working my very first job as a telemarketer… though the company dressed it up as “appointment setter.” I wasn’t closing sales, but I could calm nerves and soothe hurt feelings… and that was enough for Bobby and Josh, the managers, to keep me around. I … Continue reading Manners Matter. Rejection Stings. Silence Corrodes…

My Nervous System Has Notes…

July 24, 2025July 23, 20252 Comments

I had a conversation today with the good friend of a good friend—one of those generous, strategic humans who actually knows things about hiring and was kind enough to let me pick his brain. Because, yes, I need a job. And while we’re all supposed to pretend that’s a casual thing you manifest through vibes … Continue reading My Nervous System Has Notes…

Well meaning but totally misguided

March 11, 2020Leave a comment

I don't ordinarily feel the need to make the whole disclaimer that my thoughts are my own and do not necessarily reflect those of my employers but since this opinion hits close to home and happens to step right inside the circle of what I do for work day in and day out I felt … Continue reading Well meaning but totally misguided

this post is not about the weather

December 9, 20093 Comments

It isn't.  I swear.  The theme of this post is NOT weather related. But... It would be unethical of me not to let you all know that it is really really really really really really really really really really really really really cold out there.  Like when I woke up, it was 19 degrees kind … Continue reading this post is not about the weather

tell me a story…

October 22, 20085 Comments

When I was little I liked nothing better than to curl up in my bed, in a chair, on my mother's lap and hear a story.  It didn't matter if it was read from a book, a story from my parents' childhood or a story made up on the spot.  I loved to hear a … Continue reading tell me a story…


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