Or maybe Stella?

Dear Edna: I’m sorry for hassling you and the rest of the old ladies working the sample stations at SuperTarget today. I just get such a kick out of seeing that look of myopic panic on your face when a customer talks to you instead of snatching a greasy treat and shoving it in her mouth while scurrying away, so ...

Interstellar Envy

Hombres: The thing I forgot about working many hours in an office is the way you treasure your weekends. They become these perfect, condensed little moments you craft artfully into the brightly-wrapped package you get as a reward for being a good worker during the week. Unless your idea of relaxation is plopping on your ass in front of the ...

Back to Me

Hi there. So I snapped out of that week-long schizoid episode and realized I’m hormonal, not insane. You may disagree with that, and you are entitled to your opinion, however wrong it may be. Once I became rational again, I figured a few things out. First, I don’t hate work. It’s exactly the kind of chaotic, rushed, last-minute challenge I ...

Honk.

You know, It’s probably wrong on some karmic level, but it’s always good to keep in mind that there are people in the world whose lives are much, much worse than your own. It would be bad to derive all your satisfaction solely from schadenfreude, but maybe sometimes it’s OK to revel. Occasionally, it’s exactly the kind of cheering-up you ...