I’m a sucker for office supply stores. I could spend hours exploring the aisles, stroking the soft leather briefcases and fancy planners, reverently touching the pens, admiring all the different kinds of paper. I happen to have a friend who shares my strange addiction. We’ve taken to referring to office supply stores as pr0n shops. 
Aug 3
2007
2007
Just one more work story
Jul 30
2007
2007
I’ll never get this job!
It was June 1995. I’d lost my job in early February, on the very day I’d returned from six weeks of unpaid maternity leave. We had two babies, six months old and seventeen months old. We had hospital bills left over from the birth of our son, and the insurance company was still working on the $21,000+ bill that our daughter had racked up in the hospital when she was nine days old and had RSV and pneumonia. We had day care expenses, formula and diapers to buy, and had to figure out how to feed ourselves. I was job-hunting full time and getting very discouraged. Despite the promise there had been a few short years before, there just weren’t many jobs for an entry-level computer programmer, straight out of college.