Commuting for a Career

It is not the commute which makes the person, but rather the person who makes the commute I always swore, during the teenage years I spent obsessively visualizing my eventual career, that I wouldn’t drive for more than one hour to reach a job. The solution seemed simple: once I got a job, I would…

Excuse Me, There’s a Cat on My Computer

This week, as I nurse wrists that are strained from time spent typing up 50+ pages of audio-recorded research notes, I am grateful for one very pivotal thing. I am glad that I don’t own a cat. Cat lovers everywhere have just sucked in an excessive amount of air, and are choking out their vigorous…