The Lowdown on Work…and Whether You Should Write About It
by Albert L. In my first job in high school, my right thumb often pulsated with a rawness that came from my nemesis that was a single hole puncher. I believed I could efficiently brute force my way through one too many sheets that would somehow defy the laws of physics. My loving cousin employed me as one of her sweatshop elves in her home business that sold handcrafted messages
