After Little One slammed the door and was lectured for her behavior but before the sixth time Dad said “I wish I was going home with Katie,”...
When Email Slows
There is a luxurious lack of incoming communication in the professional sense, allowing me to direct attention to long-neglected projects an...
Part 1
I love the Ones very much. So it was with a sense of excitement that I woke early this morning, loaded the last of the gifts and my overnig...
Checking It Twice
"My test plan passed," I announced hurriedly, dropping off a huge binder and piling additional signed pages atop it. "So eve...
Ladies & Gentlemen
After 8 hours at the office, I departed mid-afternoon and met colleagues at a coffeehouse near campus. Three of us settled at a large woode...
Prior Planning
I came in the door after chipping away at the mound of ice and snow that has accumulated at the end of my driveway, dropping Target bags on ...
Closure
I tucked the pink envelope bearing my name into my bag on Tuesday. I sighed upon seeing it, hurrying worriedly from the labs to my office t...
Tattletale!
Industry is fun. And, like many fun places, there are games we can play. The first I noticed was Hot Potato. Rules: A task lands on a desk....
Thought Bubbles
Man1: "I didn't bring that." Katie: [long pause which includes an expression which indicates I am shocked and frustrated] Wh...
Happy, happy!
I received official approval to book travel to Europe. There is now a chance that I'll turn 31 in London! It's snowing! I enjoy sn...
Ick
Being management in Industry feels a bit whorish at times. For the most part, it doesn't bother me. But I don't mind being called a...
Too much
Standing in an enormous exhibit hall, I finally had a moment where I could check my messages. “Katie,” PrettyHair greeted my voice mail (she...