The Underachieving Life: Seems I Haven’t Changed Much Since My First Crappy Job

Friday, April 25, 2014

This week I’ve been thinking long and hard about my working life, excluding fiction. And I’ll be honest, I’m kind of an underachiever. I’ve never excelled in any job I’ve worked. I mean, I do fine when I give half a rat’s ass (which is the most rat’s ass I’ll ever give), but I’m not a model citizen of the corporate world, or any world in which I have a…


Opportunities for Greatness, Averted

Monday, April 21, 2014

At the Debutante Ball, we’re really into firsts. We’re first-time authors, you see. And the work we’re doing in the labor of our first novels is, while overwhelming at times, a labor of love. If you’re lucky in life, maybe all the work you do is a labor of love. But most of us didn’t start out that way. My first job, ever, was babysitting. Typical. And then I had…


In Which I Nearly Bagged the Bag Boy by Deb Jess

My entry onto the career ladder was unremarkable, except that if not for my best friend Cindy, I may never have climbed on at all. After an outgoing and talkative childhood, I decided to clam up somewhere around junior high. My shyness was such that if I needed to make any appointments via telephone, I actually had to write a script so I wouldn’t melt into a puddle of fear…

Friday, February 22, 2008