“I’m on the blacklist,” I tell them.
My friends stare at me, my parents stare at me. I’ve even told strangers that stare at me too. 321 more words
After having spent two weeks supporting a group of 10 job seekers, one of them presented me with a token of her appreciation. Her gift was a folding panel of 9 framed windows, in each of which she had hand-written a quote or made a comment about enthusiasm. 881 more words
Here’s how the universe works: just when I am starting a blog about how unsuccessful I am at being a grown up – I lose my job. 947 more words