Life in the Cube

For the first time in my life, I have a punch card. That’s right: my hours inside an office are tracked. Punch in. Punch out. Present. Absent. Working. Not working. Shifting from a life of complete flexibility and fluidity to one with rules and set hours is...

In Which I Will Not Be Afraid!

“You’re going to come running back to academia,” a colleague assured me when I described to her my summer internship working in a Technical Communications department at a company in San Diego. Maybe so. I received a whole packet of documents today...