Stories about bosses, coworkers, customers and the jobs that shape us.
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
At 2:53 that Thursday afternoon, I was standing on the loading dock behind our store with both arms wrapped around a fifty pound sack of... Read more
At 9:14 on a Monday morning, in front of eleven customers waiting for their prescriptions and two coworkers pretending very hard to restock a shelf... Read more
At 2:47 that Tuesday afternoon, in the fourteenth week since I broke my pelvis and my hip in my own receiving bay, I stood in... Read more
At 8:15 that Monday morning, four days after my last chemo infusion, I stood on the sidewalk outside Depot Blooms with my key in a... 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
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
For forty-one years my father stood behind the long oak counter at the front of Aldous Hardware, and in all that time I never once... 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
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