There are some seriously varied statistics out there, but a couple of years ago, The Wall Street Journal reported on a study saying that 18 percent of married couples meet at work. That’s a whole lot of employees who took the plunge and decided to ask out their co-worker.
Since Valentine’s Day isn’t exactly a paid holiday, unless of course you and your spouse own your own company, it’s possible that you’re sitting around the office today eating chocolates from your mom and considering Mr. Right. Who knows, he might even be down the hall working in the graphic department. Or maybe he’s scanning your browser history from IT. (Yea, you probably shouldn’t have shopped for bachelorette gifts at work…) Read more…
It’s almost 2012, but you wouldn’t know it from the BBC’s bafflingly retro new list of 12 women who it calls the “Faces of the Year.” Who made the cut? Christine LaGarde? Jill Abramson? Perhaps Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Leymah Gbowee, and Tawakkol Karman, the trio of women who won the Nobel Peace Prize? None of the above. Instead, the news service chose a bizarre list that included two women in the news because they were sexually assaulted, one notable for being a bridesmaid, another for marrying a prince, and — seriously — a giant panda named Sweetie. Keep reading »
Should your significant other leave his or her work issues at the office, or should there be space for it at home? And at what point is too involved in his or her work life? The Gloss‘ Jennifer Wright and The Grindstone’s Amanda Chatel discuss, as well as address the fundamental flaws about the TV series “Lassie.” Keep reading »
I’ve been a full-time freelancer for over a year. It’s been the most stimulating, character-building, nail-bitingly stressful experience of my professional life. And people love to talk about it.
I think it helps that I’m a writer. People who romanticize writing — about 85 percent of New Yorkers — throw around words like “craft” and “muse” and commend me for being brave for pursuing something creative. The other 15% say something stupid, like “Do you make any money?” or “Seriously, how are you paying your rent?”
Ugh. Read more… Keep reading »
Not everyone can love, adore, brag endlessly to others about the amazingness of their job. It would be nice if we could, but to quote the great Mick Jagger: “You can’t always get what you want.” However, finding a job you love isn’t a complete impossibility. Sometimes it’s denial and the lies we tell ourselves that can stand the way of reaching that job. So snap out of it! Get with the program of moving on to a job that will satisfy you intellectually, mentally and financially. Remember: ‘Impossible’ is what other people tell themselves.
Here are a few things you don’t want to tell yourself if you want to evolve past that job you hate so much. Read more… Keep reading »
It’s easy to fail a job interview. There’s really nothing to it, to be honest. Show up 20 minutes late with parsley in your teeth and a bunch of offensive jokes that are largely about human feces and you’ve just failed. Sometimes people want to fail on purpose because unemployment is a cushy situation, and sometimes people just fail because they’ve overlooked basic interview protocol.
Whether or not you want to fail a job interview, is your business. Either way, here are 10 things that are bound to make sure you never get that job for which you just interviewed. Read more… Keep reading »
My name is Lindsay. But at my day job, I also respond to dear, honey, sweetheart and kiddo. Kiddo is the one that really pisses me off. In three years of working with a sales crew comprised entirely of men, I’ve gotten pretty use to pet names. In the beginning, I frequently reminded people that I preferred to be called by my actual name. In response, the sales crew told their manager that I was difficult. For some reason, the pet names were important to them.
After sitting down and discussing this with my boss, I had to make a decision. Would I quit my job over a couple condescending affectations or was this something I could deal with? Obviously, I chose to stay. Keep reading »