#WritingFromIsolationWard
I live for these little victories at work where something I’ve struggled with for ages comes together and I can say It’s working. There’s a reason certain technologies end up on my “Kevin Hates this” list on the big whiteboard in our corner office; my nemisis has squatted on that board for months and whenever I get one over on it; I feel elation.
I live for these little victories at work where something I’ve struggled with for ages comes together and I can say It’s working. There’s a reason certain technologies end up on my “Kevin Hates this” list on the big whiteboard in our corner office; my nemisis has squatted on that board for months and whenever I get one over on it; I feel elation.
My mother became my daughter when I was nine years old. There had been an accident, a car accident, and it was a bad one, although I didn’t know that yet.
My mother became my daughter when I was nine years old. There had been an accident, a car accident, and it was a bad one, although I didn’t know that yet.
Samantha Irby – http://therumpus.net/2012/06/my-mother-my-daughter/