Everybody jokes about the HR lady cat stereotype because, if I’m being honest, I made it okay to joke about that stereotype when I first started blogging about HR. It’s like Coach purses. I have a bunch — including an awesome, vintage Stewardess bag — but I saw myself mixed in with a group of frumpy…
I just told a reporter that I might still have a job in human resources if I had friends at work. That feels true, on the surface, because I always had more enemies than buddies. Work was a hassle, and nobody liked me. I came back from getting married, and only one person congratulated me.…
Emma is my best cat. Hands down, she is the #1 champ. She has the other cats beat in terms of personality and cuteness. Nobody can surpass her all-around awesomeness and poonchy tummy. Look at her smoochy face. Her little pink lips. The adorable flame up her face. I have some great cats, but when…
One of my very best friends told me that my blog is boring when I write about human resources. “Where is the human in human resources? I go there for you. You are at your best when you write about politics, cats and running. I don’t want to read about HR technology or employee engagement.…
Some of my friends have been asking for Scrubby updates. If you don’t know anything about my boo, Scrubby is my famous pee cat. He’s not a horrible monster, but rather, an OCD ginger cat who likes to pee on cat bedding (or other stupid shit around my house). I should own stock in Target’s…
It’s week four of marathon training. This isn’t my first rodeo. I know how the training schedule works, which is why I broke down and bought some new shoes. I know this seems like a boring blog post, but buying shoes isn’t a simple thing. Not only are there a bazillion products on the market,…
My neighbors have a dog who is quite an escape artist in her old age. Last time she escaped? It was the dog sitter’s fault. This time? It was an invisible fence failure. The family wasn’t home, and I found the dog darting back and forth across a country road. I called the dog’s name and she jumped…
I flew to New York City on July 6, 2004 with a Coach briefcase full of anxiety. I didn’t want to work in human resources. I never wanted to work for Pfizer. But I was twenty-nine years old with no purpose in life. I was just sitting around, killing time and waiting for the world…
I had a great and glorious holiday weekend. How about you? The cats didn’t fight. We attended a wedding and went to the beach. I ate like a champ. As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t get any better than that. I remember when I had a real job. The first day back after a…
A friend of mine told me that she buys cat food at the grocery store. She buys whatever is on sale. Yes, her cat is barfy. She is not sure what to do. She asked, “What do you feed your cats?” That’s a complicated question. I have a cat who cannot tolerate grain. He loves…
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