Last Thursday at 11:42 PM, something unprecedented happened. My email inbox – that constant nagged waiting for me to digest – displayed the mythical number: zero. No bold unread messages demanding attention. No flagged items awaiting action. No saved drafts waiting to be worked on. Just strait, perfect, emptiness. My self-control forced me to collapse my window, as an unseen edge of panic rattled through my brain. How could someone live like this? I probed…
Last Tuesday, I whipped up the most secure password imaginable. It had everything a hacker would be scared of: special…
Two Tuesdays ago, I suddenly remembered a dinner party that I attended. I had my friend Jessica’s dinner, and she was very excited to share the details of her recent job interview. As she filled me in on the company, rest assured I had already done a deep dive on the details into the scope of her undertaking three days before. I also had a ”No Wager?” moment at the appropriate time even though I…