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’m a Childfree Therapist in a Mother-Knows-Best World
Why my empathy doesn’t require motherhood

A young mother sits across from me, dark circles betraying her exhaustion. She absently bounces an invisible baby—a muscle memory from months of soothing her colicky infant. Between halting descriptions of overwhelm and doubt, she asks the question I’ve learned to anticipate: “Do you have children?” The words hang in the air. A familiar tightening …

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, Corinne?” 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 …

I Tried “The Let Them Theory” and My Sister Called Me a Control Freak
How letting go might change your workplace sanity

“Are you even listening to yourself right now?” my sister asked over the phone. I had just spent fifteen minutes ranting about my coworker who consistently missed deadlines, forcing me to pick up the slack. Again. “You’re the one who recommended this book,” I replied defensively. “I thought you’d want to hear how I’m applying …

I Work in My Pajamas, Am Overpaid, and Get 8 Weeks Off, but I Still Hate My Job
The toll of disillusionment

People are staring at me. I’m sitting at LAX Gate 12 after a week-long vacation. I can’t stop crying. My flight home leaves in an hour and I’m overcome with sadness. As the tears fall down my face, a woman with kind eyes sits beside me and asks, “Are you okay?” I consider saying something …