Weekend Reads v. 21.2.2025
Hand me my power suit, pls.
On Monday, I’ll head into an office for the first time in five years. I’ll trade my jeans and cozy sweaters for more restrictive business clothes and shoes. Understandably, I’ve had lots of thoughts about this upcoming change.
First, I was surprised at how sad I’ve been to think about not sharing a workspace each day with my cat. “Will she miss my impromptu Broadway performances about how cute she is?”
And I’ve been surprised at how not excited I am about commuting. I have gone to great lengths to give myself a short commute since the days when I lived in Koreatown and crawled south along The 5 toward the sleepy town of La Mirada. A year of enduring that commute along some of LA’s most congested routes sent me spiraling into a pretty bleak state of mind.
All these things can be true, and I can also be excited about the new job and about the work I’ll be doing.
It’s remarkable to compare this job change to past job changes. I certainly roll w…
