This week’s Time

Due to a combination of being sick most of last week and supposedly being busy with an important “project,” I don’t have a column in this week’s Time. I did have a last-minute opportunity to write something about the XM-Sirius merger, but decided I didn’t have much of anything more to say than what I posted here on Tuesday. So it was …

My Gym Is Like the Office: It’s a Jungle

My company has this program that pays 50% of our gym memberships. Sometimes I think it’s the only reason I joined–because I’m cheap and I can’t resist a bargain. Also because my really fit friend at the office goes, and I delusionally thought I too could someday have a waist.

We’re starting to hear a lot about corporate wellness …

Working Women, Don’t Rely on the Chinese Zodiac

Happy new year. It’s the start of the Chinese new year, or, as they say, the year of the pig (we Japanese prefer to call it the year of the boar). I consulted a few Chinese astrology web sites to see what the year held for us on the workplace front. Here’s one forecast:

A year of goodwill to all. An excellent climate for business, and

Don’t Measure My Productivity By Looking Over My Shoulder

Your boss is obsessed about how you spend your time.

We workers squander hour after work hour gabbing on the phone to mates, surfing the web for hot new outfits, playing Sudoku on our Crackberries–that is, according to HR surveys, books and product promos meant to teach employers how to crack the whip. Time-wasting is apparently at an …

Free labor, Peter Kropotkin, and Yochai Benkler

My latest Time column is now online (and on actual paper in the issue dated Feb. 26, with the little fetuses on the cover). It begins:

It might seem very odd to look to a long-dead Russian anarchist for business advice. But Peter Kropotkin’s big idea–that there are important human motivations beyond what he called “reckless

I Wasn’t Laid Off (Yet). So Why Am I Depressed?

It’s been one of those weeks. It started out crazy, then got insane, and finally spun out of control. The work load is driving us mad, and when I walk the corridors I see my colleagues look pooped.

That is, except for the ones who are leaving. They look refreshed, rejuvenated and positively sparkly. Like someone spiked their decafs with …

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