An Open Office Forced Me to Eat Lunch in My Car (And Made Me Better at My Job)
Finding sanctuary in a silver Honda

I didn’t set out to become the office weirdo who ate lunch in their car, but corporate survival sometimes means finding a place to hide. A silver Honda became my lunchtime sanctuary in 2004, complete with crumbs between the seats and a view of the sprawling suburban office park. The decision stemmed from pure survival …

Professional Time-Wasters: Fake Interest in a Suit and Tie
What I learned after sitting through one too many pointless pitches

Some meetings exist only to prove they happened. I recognized the exact moment my meeting with the company’s chief technology officer shifted from possibility to performance. His eyes glazed over at my proposal like I’d just started reading him the tax code. His thumb flicked up lazily on his phone. A barely contained sigh. A …

I Never Cared About Your Weekend Plans — And I’m Done Pretending
How work turned small talk into emotional labor

The workplace demands more than just labor — it demands performance. “What are your weekend plans, Victoria?” my manager asked, coffee mug in hand. Her smile carried the expectation of enthusiastic sharing, of keeping up our daily performance of workplace intimacy. I had played this scene before. The script called for something upbeat — maybe …

My Best Work Friendships Are the Ones That End
Why some friendships are better because they have expiration dates

Some of the most meaningful friendships come with an expiration date. The waiter set our plates down. Deanna poked at her ravioli, not eating. Outside, the wind slammed against the windows hard enough to shake them. “My husband thinks I’m ridiculous,” she said. “Getting emotional about someone I’ve known six months. A work friend.” She …

My Sister Says This Makes Me Unemployable
She’s a human resources manager, so I believe her

“You’re right, but it doesn’t matter,” my sister Helene said. This was her response after I shared about my refusal to comply with a background check request. The company I worked for ran one when I was hired. A client wanted to run their own. I said no. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You’re …