You’ve heard that Fox News is infested with bedbugs; just last week,
A Fox News employee filed a lawsuit Thursday against the owner of the building she works in and the maintenance company who cleans it after she says she was bitten by bedbugs at work.
The employee is claiming post-traumatic stress syndrome (seriously). Now it turns …
As grouchy as I act, I admit that I am inside an incorrigible optimist. I tend to think things will work out, not because I believe in karma or whatnot but because the laws of probability dictate generally okay outcomes. I tend to believe I can make a crappy situation better. And I tend to think even the biggest jerk loves his mama. …
Last week, our annual batch of summer interns arrived at TIME. This I know because an e-mail was sent out yesterday announcing their arrival. But because I’m working from home until I expel a small person from my womb, the most I know about this year’s group may be their three-line e-mailed bios.
That’s a shame. I love interns. I so …
When I write about work-family issues, I deliberately try to avoid assigning them only to women. That’s because I know too many men among my peers who struggle with the same things: spending more time with their kids; arranging flexible work options; doing quality work while raising kids who don’t set fire to the guidance couselor’s …
As the mercury hovers around 100 this afternoon, my colleague Jim Poniewozik over at Tuned In writes in an e-mail:
So telecommuting is supposed to be much better for the environment, right? But is it on high-energy use days like today? Working at home, I’m not using fuel to commute, but then again the subway is running regardless. And
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In my region today, the temperature is slated to hit 100. Degrees. Fahrenheit. That’s, like, steel-mill hot. That’s cereal-for-dinner hot. That’s I’d-rather-die-than-wear-pantyhose hot.
I’m working from home today as I count down to the birth of my child later this week. But if I were heading into the office, I’ll tell you what I …
Reader Jenn writes:
I just read your “What (Not) to Wear to Work”…I’m located in San Diego and a handful of employees here recently completed last weekend’s Rock and Rock Marathon (including our President). As such, “dressy” sandals have been permitted in the office, until today. Today, one my colleagues lost her toenail while
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When you attend a business event preceded by a grossly distended belly, other working moms feel compelled to share notes. I heard some interesting tales from the womb yesterday at this fancy breakfast I attended.
One executive told me that she was pregnant while she worked at IBM in the ’70s. At the time, she says, the unwritten policy …
I went to a fancy breakfast today. It was a ceremony honoring the finalists of something called the Magazine Mentor of the Year award, given by the Magazine Publishers Association. There were cut peonies and a fabulous buffet and lots of good-looking magaziney people in suits. Among the finalists were serious luminaries in my industry: …
News flash: work makes you fat.
What’s a desk-bound cubicle slave to do? You could needle your boss into setting up a convertible work station, like this one profiled in the Louisville Courier-Journal, but who wants to stand when you can sit? I say God gave us butts for a reason. Employer-sponsored weight-loss programs are gathering …
I was probably someone you hated in high school. I wasn’t just a cheerleader; I bullied my way into the captain job as a junior, over two seniors with more experience but gentler personalities. I ruled our squad like Hitler in a miniskirt. Under my command, what started as a roundly mocked troupe of Aquanetted, Maybellined moppets won …
So you’re a manager trying to fill a key position. You’ve just met the ideal candidate: smart as heck, snappy sense of humor, exactly the skill set and experience needed for the post. You make an offer. He grins his likable grin and says: “I’d love to take this job. But I would insist on working mostly from home.”
If the notes I’m …
