Last Monday, I walked into work with a messy topknot, a big baggy sweater, and a pair of heels.
Ordinarily, that would just seem like a very normal (and very millennial) thing to do. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it reminded me of someone.
It wasn’t until I sauntered out to the bathroom in the middle of the day, absentmindedly practising my posture, that I figured it out.
It reminded me of the supervisor who fired me. Continue reading “A Year Later: What I Learned from Losing My Job”
When I was working in retail, people would always ask how I was. I knew they were just asking to be polite, but if I was having a particularly bad day, sometimes I’d ask them if they wanted the real answer or the right answer.
I didn’t think much of it at the time, because it was my teenage angsty way of not-so-subtly expressing myself, but it was epitomal of the struggle that many of us face every day—saying what we think, and saying what we’ve learned to say. Continue reading “On Inspiration, Unemployment, and the Right Answers”