I wasn’t one of the writers chosen for Medium’s $500 bonus this week. I’m okay with it and I’ll tell you why.
I saw it first on Twitter.
“I got a $500 bonus from Medium!”
More people piled on in the comments sharing that they too were selected.
As I scrolled through I thought, how cool.
I checked in with my writer’s group and a few people there had received it. I was so excited for them!
Am I jealous of the people that got it? Kind of. Who doesn’t want $500? But here’s the thing about that, I am…
“I don’t think you like me very much”.
This was said to me by a manager in front of a group of my peers.
I stood there. Speechless. My eyes shifted around to the group and then to the floor. I didn’t answer. I was embarrassed and I didn’t know how to stand up for myself. I was young, 23 maybe.
I didn’t like him but it didn’t matter. I treated him the same as every other manager in that building. I did what he said without push back. I kept to myself. Kept a low profile and did my…
Have you ever had a leader that seemed perfect? They didn’t make mistakes. They showed you the right way to do everything. “This is what works for me,” they tell you while you’re still trying to sort out what buttons to press and where to file things.
New jobs are overwhelming. That’s why people don’t leave jobs they hate. It’s hard to start somewhere new. You have to learn everyone’s names and figure out who the suck-ups are. Figure out who you can trust. It’s a lot. How do we make that process easier? …
Today is Cinco de Mayo. White people love it.
All the Mexican restaurants will be overrun by families with the excuse to eat too much and order way too much alcohol. They will wait upwards of two hours for a table.
White women will gather together and share giant margaritas while they complain about their kids and flirt with their waiter. All while trying not to slip off those bar stool chairs.
Cinco de Mayo is just an excuse. To drink too much. To get loud. To spend money. All in the name of celebration. Of what exactly? …
Life is linear, right? That’s what we’ve been told. That’s how we have planned our careers and our marriages. Linear. Social constructs have kept us there as well. Time is linear therefore our lives must be as well. Like a staircase that only goes up.
We watched our parents do it. They worked for years at the same job, maybe even three or four decades — at the same job. It’s incredible now to think about that. …
The day that we woke up to catch our flight to Tokyo I woke up early. I wandered out of the bathroom after my shower and into the bedroom. My husband turned his phone screen to me. There, on the screen in yellow, green, and red was the satellite image of a giant storm nearing Japan. The image moved slowly as the storm gained speed.
“Are we still going?” he asked me. My eyes widened and I sat on the bed. “Well, if they haven’t canceled the flight I guess we’re going”.
48 hours later we stood in the middle…
I know, you have plans.
You have a career in mind. You have travel plans. You have a certain amount of kids in mind.
I mean, it’s good. Have a plan. Have a sense of direction but then don’t be surprised when your life turns out wildly different because chances are, it will.
Roll with it because it’s a good thing.
I went to college because I didn’t know what else to do. I was interested in fashion. That was my starting point. Luckily, I went to a college that had a merchandising program so I chose that.
Quite plainly, “I’m paying you to do a job and I’m not your mom.”
That’s how a conversation just went with one of my sales associates.
He is tenured and he messed up just one too many times. He returned something he shouldn’t have. He got distracted talking to other employees too often. When he closed, his department was a mess.
I had written him up recently because he was caught using his phone on the sales floor — throughout his whole shift. This time, I was done. …
I was furious.
I pounded on his fitting room door. “We can see what you’re doing. You’re shoving t-shirts up your pants, man”.
“What? I’m fixing my socks”, he replied.
“We can see what you’re doing and we’re about to close so you need to leave.”
My sales associate had bent down to the floor to pick up a hanger and noticed his feet under the fitting room door. She alerted me to what he was doing. Not sure why he was putting shirts up his pant leg and tucking them into his socks but that’s the path he chose.
I bumped my Apple Watch on the door frame.
I had done this countless times and had no problems. I looked down and the glass on the face had popped up. I tried to click it back in.
My husband tried.
I went online to make an appointment at Apple and found out that you have to mail your watch in for these kinds of things. They won’t do it in the store. $230 for a fix. Just get a new one, my husband advised.
I didn’t want a new one. …