“You can do this,” I whispered under my breathe. “You can return these gloves.”
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.