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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 ...

My fellow Americans: If it weren’t for this work thing and the constant flurry of activity, I’d have time to write some of this stuff down. Since I don’t, I’ve made a list of the things I would write about if I had the opportunity. In fact, I’d make them into one giant post for your reading enjoyment. And, believe ...

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 ...

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 ...