The name the punch clock gives as I dial in my number. As always, I am late. Choosing writing, and smoking before work. I’d rather type in my underwear at 3:34 than put my contacts in and get ready to punch in at 4. I go when I arrive. That time might be near 5. … Continue reading Accepted with warning.
Recently I got a password alert from Google. Someone had compromised one of my accounts. I found Huckberry.com and discovered I had created an account there. Why, when, I don’t know. It must have been a time of aspirational thinking if they can sell a work shirt for $128. Shoes. Denim. Coats. Everything is of … Continue reading Huckberry.com: The artifice of the working man.
