In another life, I might have been a chef. I would have skipped paying thousands of dollars to go to culinary school, and instead started as a bus person, and then a prep cook, a line cook, a sous.
Oh look a bag of dried cranberries.
This is the year I decided that I wanted to stop living with roommates and get my own place. This is going to be accomplished in part by looking for a better paying job, and cutting back on some of my expenses—the latter of of which I’m accomplishing by…
Hi Ben — I saw this ad you posted for a 1-bedroom: (link to ad). When is the move-in date?
All I had to do was quit my job and move on. But for whatever neurotic reason I had, the thought of asking for a meeting with my boss to tell him that I was leaving terrified me.
You have a crush on a person you work with—who is not single.
There is no room in the office refrigerator for your lunch because it’s full of your coworkers old lunches.
Send an email to everyone in the office with the subject line, “Our refrigerator is disgusting” and in the body of the email write, “What should we do about it?”
• The Xbox in the conference room (seriously who has the time to play a meaningful game of anything?)