Being Eaten By a Swarm of Bears While Thinking About What If

I spent three nights in the tent last week. The low temperature was in the teens, and my high sleep score (Thank you, FitBit.) was 82. That is, I slept “better” in the tent than I usually do in the house. (Possibly because the sleeping bag has a few straitjacket tendencies, so there’s less tossing

How NOT to Do Emotional Labor

A few days ago, one of the higher-ups pulled us all into his office to inform us that a co-worker had passed away. The news wasn’t entirely unexpected. The co-worker in question had been recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. And yes, we all know the prognosis is not good. After the meeting, he turned the

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