Stories about bosses, coworkers, customers and the jobs that shape us.
The morning Colton Ashby decided to ruin me, there were eleven people in line at my register, and he said it loud enough for every... Read more
The folder was blue. I want to start there, because everyone always asks me what was in the folder, and the truth is the folder... Read more
Kip Sanderson called me into the office his father built with his own hands and told me the shop needed younger energy, seven days before... Read more
Dennis Kroll had a way of tenting his fingers on the desk before he lied to you, like a man settling in to enjoy himself.... Read more
Brantley Hux walked into my barbershop on a Tuesday morning, set his loafer on the footrest of my second chair like it was a shoeshine... Read more
The morning we buried my father, Dale Whitmer, the men who had worked for him for twenty years stood at the back of the funeral... Read more
For eleven years I cleaned the Ashford house, and on the morning they accused me of stealing from it, Vivian Ashford did not raise her... Read more
The first thing the new owner said to me, after he had owned the place for exactly four days, was that I should smile more.... Read more
Four hundred thirty one thousand dollars. That is what my scheduling model saved Prairie Grain Cooperative in its first full harvest season, and Brock Sedlak... Read more
I had six hundred and twelve dollars in the Ashgrove Small Engine and Repair operating account on the Tuesday morning a woman from Cutter Parts... Read more