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Denise Oakhurst began her fall reset a few hours before autumn arrived. New planner, new candle, fourth fresh start of the year. This one is different, she says.
Ramona Tisdale opened an emergency fund with $1,000 and a definition. The definition did not survive the year.
A woman in Spokane spent fifty-one years in the third pew. Now she climbs the loft stairs on Tuesdays and unlocks the bench with her husband's key.
One invented story. One observation. Three minutes of fiction, delivered before your first meeting goes off the rails. Everything in it is made up — that's the whole point.
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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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