we’re sitting in a meeting, making silly little intros. we say our first and last names, then go on listing our credentials — our title, our profession — the badge…

the people in your office are smiling all the time but the feeling isn’t happiness it’s like they are confined the tables are like jail cells we call them cubicles we pile…

I don’t want to stand in my entry-level job and understand that I stand in good standing. I don’t want to know that I’m on track to withstand what is coming because the…

it’s a blessing that i’m angry because i might go the rest of my life, believing that the ladder you created is the one i’m meant to climb, that the roadmap you curated, is my lifeline. …

An excerpt from a time when I hated my job — a lot. — You should see the inside of my day — the way I busy myself with a large production: laundry, sweeping, mopping, organizing the drawers I rearranged yesterday. I’m cooking up elaborate dishes that are not complex or even unique. Except if you knew me, you’d know that it was wildly…

A poem about how our bodies say we’re angry. — I know what you meant by those quick and shallow breaths. I know what you meant before you up and left. I know what you meant by the way your nostrils…

There are more than 10 statutory holidays that, by law, I get paid for despite not working. “Free” days, if you will. Long weekends and extra long weekends. Cause for celebration, according to tradition. Or the government. …

Okay, the cat’s out of the bag. I’m not fooling anyone, anymore. For all the times I bashed the corporate office last year, I’m sorry. This is me making the walk of shame. This is me eating the words I wrote so vehemently last year. I’m backpedaling. For the last…

Communicating well doesn’t require complete competency. — That’s a lot of money. It’s a relatively simple phrase. A short remark. But it’s also a telling string of characters. It says a lot about the person saying it. On one hand, it’s fair to say that second-learned languages limit our ability to communicate well. …