I have, in the last week or so, participated in two separate conversations in which the phrase “the rizz” was deployed, unironically, by adults. Adults who are, every one of them, well past the age of forty. Adults with mortgages,
Go Along to Get Along
Go along to get along. It travels easily, this expression. It presents itself as wisdom rather than warning: a pragmatic acknowledgment that harmony requires some measure of personal concession, that belonging has a cost, and that the prudent professional learns
Low-Hanging Fruit. Reach May Vary.
At some point in the annals of corporate history, we decided that “low-hanging fruit” was the perfect metaphor for easy wins, quick fixes, and tasks so obvious that any reasonable person could dispatch them before their second cup of coffee.
Setting Your Status to “Leave Me Alone”: In Defense of Being Unreachable at Work
There was a time – and I know you remember it, if only dimly – when you could wander down to the break room, pour yourself a cup of terrible coffee, and exist, unbothered, for twelve glorious minutes. No one
