When I met my wife for the first time, she opened the door to her apartment; greeted me; laughed at the joke I made, trying to lighten the mood; and offered me a seat. When I met one of my first bosses, he held out his hand, but was more preoccupied with what was happening... Continue Reading →
If people were fonts . . .
In my job, I occasionally work with graphic designers and I’ve come to respect them a great deal for everything they bring to a job. They have taste, they have style. Some even have a little pizzazz. I have none of those. For example, I dress myself for work every day and, before I leave... Continue Reading →
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