The Truth About Working Mothers I Hesitated To Admit
Going to work made me a better mom — whether society approved or not

Work made me a better mother, though no one wanted to hear it. “Don’t you miss them terribly?” The question came from a colleague at a business lunch, her voice thick with judgment. I should have lied, should have manufactured the expected tears of maternal separation. A better mother would have, wouldn’t she? Instead, I …

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 …

Code, Curses, and the Beautiful Rage of Programming
Code, Curses, and the Beautiful Rage of Programming

Programming is an act of control — until it isn’t. The computer was supposed to be on my side. That was the agreement. I typed commands, and it obeyed. Simple. But like most relationships built on blind obedience, this one was destined for trouble. We’d been dancing this dance for years — me believing I …

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 …

I Spoke to My Boss Like a Starbucks Barista. The Results Were Disturbing.
How a simple tone shift exposed everything wrong with workplace hierarchy

My boss stood in my office doorway, arms crossed. “Victoria, the client presentation needs to be completely redone by tomorrow morning.” “Absolutely! I’d be happy to make those changes for you,” I replied, my voice rising half an octave. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to focus on?” The words felt sticky-sweet in my …