Once upon a time, I started my own dot-com. I thrived on the eighteen hour days. Living in airports, the unending emails, the pressure. I told myself it was all worth it. Every day, until it became my mantra. Until I became my mantra. Because in the end there was the rush Continue reading Board Meeting
The boss paced the length of the room and stopped. A chair took flight, bouncing off the whiteboard.
At the table, the suit raised an eyebrow. “Are you through?”
What was I thinking? The designer knew he was fired. He pressed Continue reading Frivolous