One day I was sitting in my corner office, with an assistant to order my lunch every day, and then I was making seventy-five dollars (before taxes) by sitting in the background of a movie for upwards of fifteen hours.
After nearly seven years of living strictly within this budget, the Sappers have accumulated $50,000 in emergency savings, maxed out their IRAs each year, paid off their house and hit other key financial milestones.
As new age-y as it sounds, I worked to become the person that I wanted to be and leaving feels a little bit like pulling a thread on an artfully woven sweater—why ruin a perfectly good, well-crafted thing?
Unless you work at a company dedicated to the crushing of dreams and suppression of fun, you probably have an office holiday party coming up this month. You've already got your outfit picked out, but what about your behavior?
I've worked for at least 13 different companies during my 20-year work history and the most I've ever given an employer is nearly five years of service. I actually impressed myself with that one because my average cutoff for professional positions is two years before I'm disgruntled and crafting a well-written resignation letter.
Why would they include this on a report to the department of labor, in what is sure to remain a permanent and possibly public record? I believe they intend to use it to shame me into withdrawing my claim for benefits.
I was especially bored of Matthew parading me around his clients (all male, natch) and introducing me as his marketing guru, when in fact, I would spend my days at work scrolling the Facebook timeline to infinity.
Yes, I was born after 1980. No, that doesn't mean you have me figured out. Tired of the run-of-the-mill (and often condescending) Millennial stories written by Baby Boomer editorial staffs, I decided to write my own.