I saw a very old woman walking down the street, my guess is that she was 113 years old, carrying a grocery bag with her back bent forward at a 90-degree angle. I stopped and asked her if she needed help. “No, I’m fine, thank you,” she said, slowly shuffling away. She didn’t seem fine. … Continue reading Green beans
I don’t understand the point of doing taxes. The government seems perfectly capable of taking money from me all year long without my help. Why do I have to do their job every April? I’m sure the IRS loves this time of year. They’re probably sipping mai tais on some beach laughing at all of … Continue reading Tax on, tax off
photo credit: brightside.me Years ago I was surprised to learn what celebrity I look like. My dad was visiting me in NYC, and he took me to lunch at the Blue Water Grill. I was a young man in my early twenties with longer hair, overweight, and broke. Thinking back on it now, I don't know … Continue reading Celebrity lookalike
The new way of working is not working for me. It has never been a goal of mine to have a job where I work before the sun rises and hours after it sets. Despite this, I often toil away on work desperately hoping to achieve a head nod from the recipient, at best I'll … Continue reading Work-life imbalance
I talk to myself. Out loud and in public. Do you remember the first time you saw someone using headphones to talk on the phone? It made it hard to tell the difference between the crazy people and some guy who’s on the horn with his broker. I rant and rave my way down the … Continue reading Am I talking to me?