A dirty kitchen space at work inspires Molly to purge the mess.
A Dollar Short
Call-center extraordinaire Molly finds that change can be a good thing, even at the end of the day.
Honors graduate Molly’s call-center training continues. This week: nothing is so certain as constant contradiction.
Molly gazes longingly into the office building across the alley.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: every time I start a new job, I promise myself that I am done showing up late.
Can Molly afford day camp? A real life math story problem.
“Maybe it’s going to be okay,” I said to myself as I was stepping off the elevator. But it wasn’t long before my sense of control dissipated.
A passive-aggressive ode to cube farm life, in acrostic poem form.
My second night of training was not entirely successful. I couldn’t keep up. I kept dropping important words and phrases. The technology overwhelmed me. I forgot to use the appropriate, soothing voice. I was tired and frustrated. Somehow, learning all this new stuff was incredibly stressful AND somehow boring at the same time. I spent a little time wondering how it was possible to be in a total state of fight-or-flight while simultaneously having a bad case of ennui – and then I realized that my pondering had set me back. The rest of class was about two simulated calls ahead of me.
Molly’s first day at the cube farm: what to wear, who to call in an emergency, and how to pick up the most beautiful girl in the room.