Okay, so I got fired. Yes, technically a resignation. But I did not expect to be done as soon as I was. They took my building pass and everything with two hours left to go in the workday. So. Fired. Unemployed. At nearly 30 years old. I mean, some of us saw this coming, right? … More The Inevitable
I turned in the “conditional” resignation two weeks ago. Today, at 3, a meeting entitled “Your Q2 Review Response.” I am frightened right now. Because despite it all, I don’t want to be dismissed. I don’t want bad blood. I just want fairness. I don’t have a backup plan if they fire me today. I … More Question-Mark Man Walking
Originally posted on life and love and baseball:
I’m not very good at hope. I’m a worst-case-scenario kind of girl. (I can tell you 100 ways I’ve imagined getting a flat tire. I don’t need WebMD to tell me how the mysterious pain will kill me. I can sabotage a relationship before I even say…
This is Phil – the Pill – updating from one of the meeting rooms at the office. (It’s weird, it’s “the office” when it’s the whole part of the building your company owns, but it’s never “my office.” “My office” would imply I have my own personal space to make these calls or whatever, but … More Sure. Why not?
Originally posted on Historical Junk:
Ancestry Week 1- Teething as a cause of death ? The topic of the week is teething, but first y’all are going to get some background information on my Ancestry journey. I’ve always been fascinated by genealogy. I frequently tell myself that I’m going to spend half an hour on…
Christopher and I met at Pita Vera sometime before he went to law school with Whitney. Alexander and I met at Champ’s where he gave me the phrase, “the anthropology of your life.” I apologized to Kristen for fighting with her at a party at that Italian place on Main Street – what was it … More Whatever Happened To the Faceback Project?
Okay. So what the hell happened? We can start at the part where I deactivated my first Facebook under the ludicrous pretense that I would meet face-to-face with most of the friends who mattered to me. Nah. We can start at the part where I finally decided I needed to leave Blacksburg, Virginia in order … More
This is my worst fear, come to think of it. There are multiples, you know Those I’m about to face As I submit myself to the cold scrutinization Of a pulsing, merciless scanner And then there are multiples That we choose I can live in the dark. But I can’t write in the dark. And … More
2:30 in the afternoon. Bedtime for Phil, who has a 7:30 am deadline tomorrow morning. But I feel like I made a breakthrough on St. Jane today. A while ago, I asked one of my Twitter friends to do the kind of research I wish I could do at work, but don’t give myself the … More Phil at Work: Refugee Report, Week Two