Death by a Thousand Spreadsheets
445 Words. 2 Minute Read.
Every artistic cell in my body is suffocating. I’ve deteriorated into a myopic lunatic, an animatronic milquetoast obsessed with work.
To Be a Mailman
1,940 Words. 8 Minute Read.
A friend from high school recently became a mailman in his mid-forties. My first thought was, “That lucky son of a bitch.”
Sleeping on the Staten Island Ferry
1,236 Words. 5 Minute Read.
It didn’t take too long to figure out the ferry was my only option. Shortly thereafter, an email arrived confirming what I was hoping to avoid: my flight was canceled. I sat on the train bewildered. I didn’t want to spend the night on the ferry, but I would if I had to. My gut started to rot with anger and shame.
The Executive Workout
399 Words. 2 Minute Read.
If you’re not familiar with an “executive workout,” they look like this:
- No weights. The point isn’t to get stronger.
- No stretching. The point isn’t to get limber.