by Caetlin—Age 32—Seattle, WA Anyone would call my meteoric rise from the lowly position of production assistant to digital designer in less than six month’s time an act of dumb luck or the result of some form of blackmail. The truth is I’ve worked exceedingly hard for it. I get up at 4.15 every morning. [...]
by William—Age 44—St. Paul, MN I worked on the archive for a year, and felt I knew the man whose papers I cataloged. The collection started with birth, ended with death. All he’d done was meticulously stored in a series of boxes. These had to be examined before his wealthy family donated them to the [...]
by Lynnda—Age 43—Glasgow, Scotland The day I am fired I meet Jackie after work. She scores me Seconal and we drop the tabs heading up Rockey Street to find a dark bar to top ourselves up with a couple of lagers; the get high pals. “Unsuitable.” That’s the word they choose to use. I’m amazed [...]
by Alexander—Age 25—Brooklyn, NY The nice thing about flirting with the checkout girl at the movie rental store is that, so long as you don’t return your movies on time, she’ll call you. And she did. And a month or so later we were in love, I was working next door at the take-out pizza [...]
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