Bittersweet feeling opening my mailbox to see that a sofa I designed made the cover of the spring catalog from the company where I just quit my job.

Having ADHD is like living the diet version of the show Severance. It might be the only reason I'm still at my job.

Damn, is it the Gales of November already? Feels like they come earlier and earlier every year.

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Me presenting my designs after all five of my bosses have added their input.

Some days my job feels like the square peg round hole scene from Apollo 13, except instead of CO2 scrubber parts, the box is full of half thought out cabinet hardware and screenshots from the AD Instagram.

"When you have a sec, can you design and do a photorealistic render of a completely new piece of furniture from scratch? The meeting is in 90 minutes."

A Christmas Carol / Ghostbusters mash up where billionaires pay to have the ghosts that visit them every year busted to preserve their sleep and sense of personal exceptionalism.

Working in an office is a constant struggle between "pick your battles" and "death by 1000 cuts"

The closest thing I have to sharing my Spotify Wrapped is telling the world that Bjork's "Post" has been in my car's CD player for the last three months.

Finally, Ohio fails to disappoint.

You know in zombie media how there's that trope where the walls are covered in messages scrawled by earlier survivors warning whoever else may pass through about the horrors they've seen? Reading Glassdoor reviews about your current employer is kind of like that.

Sure am glad I bought this domain to sit on three years ago

Lotta Dodgers fans in Cleveland at this baseball game; is my rent about to go up?