The phone call always interupts at the most inconvenient and unideal moments. It can be anything ranging from me attending a meeting, taking a drive on the freeway, or even waiting in queue at the grocery store. The second I see my mother calling, a part of me panics. The last thing I want to do is talk to her, but I can already guess how this conversation is going to go. “Marcus, the internet…
Yet again, yesterday found me turning a simple task at work into yet another opportunity for self-commendation. The real situation…
My wife entered my home office on the past Tuesday around midnight. The moment she entered the room, I abruptly slammed my laptop shut as if I was a teenager who got caught on an NSFW site. “Working late?” is what she asked as she walked closer, clearly noticing something was off. When it comes to lying, I am not smooth and the old saying ‘I need to meet deadlines and clients’ expects was floating…