Here's a quote that, I hope, will settle the work from home debate: "Whether you work from home or work in the office, it's still labor. And so are you." (The Chief Nonsense Officer. September 2022)

I assume that by the time you read this, NASA's latest rocket will be on its way for a trip around the moon and back. Assuming all goes according to plan.

(Well, you already know that it did not. Take-off as scheduled nor go according to plan. So much for assuming.)

Many companies are compromising in the office fight. No, not the fight in the office. The fight about the office. Whether you work there five days a week or stay home five days a week.

The most popular compromise seems to be to stay away on Mondays and Fridays. Notice that I said "stay away", not work from home. That's because when I first went to work in an office, anyone who was sick on a Monday or on a Friday had to get a doctor to swear on paper that illness indeed caused the absence.

At least the following true story now makes more sense to me. It is about a quick-witted woman who linked Friday to Monday in a motivational sentence. 

Apparently gas prices are dropping. Slowly. Apparently inflation is deflating. Maybe. I hope that means we humans will behave a little less irrationally. Like driving to save on gas.

Tell me, who gets to take part in decision-making in your organization? No, I don’t mean who sits in at key meetings. I mean, who is heard and heeded? 

I recently bit into a juicy, ripe fruit. Have you also been so lucky? Mine was a peach. I mean the fruit was a peach. Although the peach was a peach, if you know what I mean.

By fruit I don't mean the ones incarcerated in cans, or the ones frozen in time, or pulped into puree, or juiced into bottles. I mean the ones with skin/peel/rind and pip/pit/stone, the ones that drip and mess. Completely au naturel.

As the sweetness dripped down my chin, I shook, rattled and rolled. With pleasure.

Hot summer weather means lighter and less clothing. But less dress, irrespective of gender, is still a cover. And we are still human enough to judge a body (or a book) by its cover.

On the fourteenth of July, every year, the French celebrate the storming of the Bastille, the famous fortress-prison. Is it still worth celebrating?

What you wear can effect, not only how others perceive you, but your own performance.

Why do people repeat lies and other falsehoods? I don't mean repeat as in 'share,' but as in passing it on, over and over. I'll tell you why. Because it works. At least as propaganda and other forms of perverse persuasion.