The bruises have healed and the picnic table has been carted away, but I have been left with a strange phenomenon. PTSD – Picnic Table Suspicion Disorder.
I suffer from a little know disorder called ‘Potluck Anxiety.’ This humor post outlines the cardinal symptoms and how I’ve learned to cope. Can you relate?
Last year I was less than supportive of the corporate dress code but this year I’ve done a flip-flop. What caused my change of heart? Read the compelling reasons in this blog post.
This post examines corporate dress code rules and questions their validity with humor and satire from the point of view of a woman nearing retirement. There is an especially radical idea proposed about eliminating casual Friday. It will make a lot of sense when you read the full post.
Being a registered nurse is not easy. This essay explores how a career choice influenced by job security evolved into a beloved profession.