That’s Not How We Do Things, plus a Freebie!

I had been a financial aid counselor for only a few months when the manager of the bullpen had a disagreement with his boss and stormed out of the office, never to return. After three days, a colleague and I were named the temporary co-managers of the bullpen. We were...
“We Need a Short-Term Loan”

“We Need a Short-Term Loan”

Because my goal was to get promoted from secretary to financial aid counselor, I decided to dress like what I wanted to be, instead of what I was. Only secretaries wore sweaters. The sweaters had to go. After I’d saved enough money to go shopping, that’s what I did....
Nothing For Us Without Us

Nothing For Us Without Us

I started this series to counterweight how my brain tends to work, ruminating over failures and forgetting successes. Because last week’s post reminded me of an important lesson learned in that role, I’d like to go there. ‘Susan’ and I were the two secretaries in the...
Everybody Has a Worry Bottle

Everybody Has a Worry Bottle

The first year I worked at the University of Minnesota, I didn’t know what program I wanted to enroll in, but I did want to take advantage of free classes. I took drawing, and ceramics, and graphic design, and weaving. Those classes felt like the opposite of dental...
In the Shadow of His Mother

In the Shadow of His Mother

Let’s go back to the clinic, back to the Accutane study, back to that sixteen-year-old standing in his mother’s shadow. Let’s call him Keith. (I do not remember his real name.) At Keith’s first appointment, it was his mother, solidly built, who spoke on his...
“The Worst I’ve Ever Seen”

“The Worst I’ve Ever Seen”

To tell this story, I’m making up some names, using ‘Brenda’ for my boss’s pretend name, and ‘Doug Russo’ for the pretend name of a patient. It was a Tuesday morning, and while the Transplant Clinic was hustling on their side, the Derm side was uncharacteristically...
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