Office meetings are like quicksand: the more you struggle to leave, the deeper you sink. By hour three, you're neck-deep in an Excel spreadsheet that could've been an email, wondering if this is how you die.

Coffee is My Love Language

I told my therapist I'm dependent on coffee. She said, 'That's just a habit.' I said, 'No, that's just me before my first cup.' She's scheduled an intervention—right after her third espresso.

Jonathan Kuminga's Three Needs

Jonathan Kuminga needs three things to succeed in the NBA: elite ball-handling, a deadly three-point shot, and apparently a search engine because 500 people are still trying to figure out how to spell his name.

Traffic Gets Me Tired

I'm reading a book about parking. So far I haven't found a spot.

Three Things I Do at Work

I attend meetings to discuss meetings, I take notes about things I'll never read again, and I sit in stunned silence when someone asks 'any other business?'

July 1st is like a new gym membership—everyone's excited about fresh starts, nobody remembers why by July 8th, and you're still wearing the same pants.