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A woman in Duluth has, for the past seventeen years, been quietly maintaining her late brother's small woodworking shop in the garage of the house she inherited from their parents. She has not, in the seventeen…
A couple in Charleston has, for the past four years, written each other a single sentence at the end of every day and placed it in a small wooden box on their bedroom dresser. Neither of…
Seven employees at a small municipal water treatment plant in central Nebraska have, over twenty-nine years, developed the specific practice of writing letters to whoever will be doing their jobs after they retire. Every new employee…
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Good morning. It's a Tuesday, which means somewhere out there, a person is right now justifying a purchase they cannot afford with a logic they cannot defend.
This morning's offender: a project manager in Austin who put twelve weeks of therapy on his corporate card under "leadership coaching." Finance approved it. His therapist had no idea.
Today's lesson in the great American workplace: the line between a perk and a heist is mostly just confidence...
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