NICOLE DEAN • by Andy Tu
I’m going to tell on her. Like the time we were in third grade and I saw her snatch someone’s mechanical pencil and slide it into her pocket, the ones where you can twist an eraser up the back. But… Continue Reading
I’m going to tell on her. Like the time we were in third grade and I saw her snatch someone’s mechanical pencil and slide it into her pocket, the ones where you can twist an eraser up the back. But… Continue Reading
Ask any staff member of the Creative Street Ad Agency and they’ll gladly regale you with the legend of Tim Mulligan. An accomplished ad man, Tim exuded true passion for his role, his company, and its people. He was touted… Continue Reading
Some people just get on your nerves. Like the new guy Rawlings, who moved into the cubicle next to me. He’d transferred in from the San Diego office the other day, ostensibly to help us get the Fairview project plan… Continue Reading
Lena is twenty-seven and vital. She carries her blond baby against her hip and walks, chin straight and heel first, through the constellation of grey office cubicles. A stain of drool spreads on her shoulder as a small baby hand… Continue Reading
At least once a month Susanna swans in with a huge bunch of flowers and makes a big show of finding a vase to put them in. Seeing as she’s the only one to ever need a vase at work I… Continue Reading
Dana sat down heavily on the park bench. She was significantly late for what was sure to be a long and stressful day at the office. People were probably looking for her already. Her phone was buzzing in her pocket… Continue Reading
“I’ve met the love of my life,” I announced to the office as the clack of nails on keys rose from the cubicles. “Again?” Marci’s fingers didn’t stop flashing across the keyboard, but her eyes met mine just long enough… Continue Reading
Progress bars. All day long, Brett Westley stared at progress bars. Sure, he did some programming too, but each code change meant re-compiling. That meant watching those bars and waiting for them to change color. Green if a project compiled… Continue Reading
It had happened a thousand times over in Sam’s mind. Mr. Benson would stride into his office, knocking on the door as he opened it, not before. He would stand in the doorway, flattening one of those silly ties against… Continue Reading
The alarm went off, but the spaceship hadn’t come yet and he still needed pretzels for the bears, so Jacob hit the snooze button. Several snooze buttons later, Jacob woke with a start and realized that there wasn’t a spaceship… Continue Reading