Ten.Two Thousand & Eighty-Six
I take a corner piece of brownie for breakfast.
I wanted to get my steps in, but I’ll take a ride today. There will be plenty of time for walking.
I forgot.
We forget that a workplace is made up of real people with real things that go on outside of the four walls or hundreds of acres of trees.
Delightful.
Note to self: burger day makes the office smell like onions.
Why is this a question of whether or not I have time?
Literally, everyone plays volleyball?
She says she wasn’t meant to have a job that she just checks in and out of. She wants to be ain a place that keeps her engaged and interested, and challenged. It has to be meaningful.
What if it all falls apart?
