Stories about bosses, coworkers, customers and the jobs that shape us.
Dean Rourke had been running our terminal for less than six months when he called me into an office I had walked past for thirty-four... Read more
The first time I noticed it, I told myself I’d miscounted. That’s the honest truth, and I want to start there instead of somewhere more... Read more
It was not a test. It was not a social experiment. It was just a really bad Sunday, the kind that starts before dawn and... Read more
Mr. Cross was already walking toward me across that lobby floor, my two torn lines still in his hand, and every single person who worked... Read more
I have worked the floor at Marchetti’s for six years, and until that Tuesday night I would have told you I knew everything worth knowing... Read more
I want to tell you what it feels like to hear a bailiff call a courtroom to order when you already know, in your gut,... Read more
Rand Vosberg called me into the glass-walled office off the break room at eleven fifteen on a Tuesday night, forty-five minutes into my shift, with... Read more
The wind never really stops in Amarillo. You learn to lean into it a little when you walk from your car to the door, the... Read more
The first thing Roland Pike ever said to me as the owner of Pike-Hartwell was, “Sweetheart, the chair is just where your dad sat. It... Read more
The morning Thaddeus Orsini told me a woman had no business running a row-crop operation, I was standing in his machine shed with manure on... Read more