Don’t ask me why, but there is something about finding a typo that gives me a sense of professional purpose – like I might actually be useful in a practical way.
I tell myself that one day my daughter’s traits will serve her well as the head of a company – or even maybe a small banana republic.
But for now, her skills are just massively impeding my ability to parent.
She really detested corporate euphemism.
Every time she heard senior management talk about “transformation,” she felt sick.
They made it sound like everyone was going to come out as beautiful butterflies on the other side of it, but she knew well enough that it just meant a bunch of them would be fired.
It seemed that the fewer the items on her “to do” list, the less capable she was of finding time to accomplish them.