by Matt — Age 45 — Los Angeles, CA I have one of those jobs that you have no idea how to describe to people. “What do you do?” People ask me. “I don’t know” I often respond. I sit in a cubicle in front of a computer most days. I don’t sell anything or [...]
by Susan — Age 60 — Arlington, VA I was afraid of work because I didn’t know what people did all day. I pictured myself in some office, hiding at a desk, wondering what to do. Even if someone told me, I figured I wouldn’t know how to do it. They would tell me to [...]
by Judah Leblang — Age 49 — Medford, MA On my first day of work in July 1974, I drove nervously over the hilly two-lane roads that led me south and east toward Sea World, the biggest thing to hit the Cleveland area since Ralph Perk, our laid-back Republican mayor, had managed to set his [...]
by Norma Tucker — Age 73 — Bethesda, MD Back then, a certain set of rituals began my workday. Readying, shifting my persona to ramp up the adrenalin; juice I needed to function in that male dominated academic milieu. Back then, not many like me, a woman in the ranks of college and university administrators, [...]
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