Dear Friends, I used to think my coworkers liked me. Now I’m starting to wonder, since every time I open my mouth lately, it’s meant more work for them. I am the master of discovering unforseen implications. I’m used to being a lone gun when it comes to work, for many reasons. I like to do everything myself so that ...

Dear Friends: Further proof that I’m stuck in the mindset of a 12-year-old: I’m crabby because I had to dress up for work today. There are important types around, the kind of people who like to maintain the illusion that developers can both write code and coordinate colors and fabrics1. That also means I have to keep my shoes on, ...

Hi there. Reading about Jay’s search for a song, which I’m pretty sure he dreamed about and doesn’t really exist, for some reason reminded me of my favorite childhood song. Whenever I ask people if they know it, they don’t, and then I’m obligated to sing it to them in its ten-verse entirety, shouting and all. So now I’m asking ...

Afternoon. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love Owen, my friend and stylist. But he has an agenda as regards my hairstyle: he thinks I need the dyke cut. He does the same thing to Heather, too, but her hair looks good all short and spiky. Mine doesn’t. Also, I think it’s funny that he should arrive at this conclusion, ...