Tuesday, 6:30 pm in late August hit the suburbs of the city as hot as it ever did. The life of anyone working outdoors during this time of year was resplendent with misery. It didn’t help that Twisty hated his job. Who could love a job selling anything door to door during any time of year? Even worse was the fact that he was selling cleaning supplies. Cleaning supplies weren’t the best…"The Door to Door Adventures of Twisty: The Malcontented Merchandiser of Unwanted Goods"
In recent weeks, I’ve learned that I’ll be eligible to retire with full benefits from the constrictive world of the cubicle upon turning 55. That statement should now be cleaned up a little. That is a tidbit that I’ve relearned. I learned it a few years ago after reading something on the company intranet site. I misinterpreted it, was subsequently shown the error of my ways in calculating my retirement date, and then…"My New Career Path"