Yesterday I saw a holiday catalog from Hammacher-Schlemmer, which would more appropriately be titled: “Overpriced crap you will never, ever, ever need.” So today I went looking for ways to partake in the spirit of giving without wasting dollars on more made-in-China kitsch.
I wasn’t going to write another whiny blog post lamenting our conspicuous consumption in the name of holiday cheer. I really thought I could avoid it this year. I was wrong. It’s not even Thanksgiving and already holiday-themed commercials have me convulsing like a beached eel.
Less than two years after buying a new pickup truck, I had received not one, but two grapefruit-sized dents – one for each side – thanks to two different drivers’ reluctance to use a rear-view mirror.
Cubicle life is full of awkward moments, especially when coworkers make personal calls at work. They go from embarrassing to bizarre, but here’s one call I didn’t expect to hear: “Mr. Landlord, I’m going to be late with the rent this month.”