Did You Think It Was Going To Be Easy?
“It’s just a hijab.” <— what my design consultant told me earlier that day as she quit. She had been underperforming for a few weeks already, and "Hire slowly, fire quickly" kept running through my mind. There’s no room for second and third chances; it’s too important: your time, your product, your momentum.
So when she quit, I was relieved. In our final meeting, she kept her sunglasses on indoors…in the middle of a gloomy winter day. Ok, this is how it’s going to be, I thought. She seemed angry. She spoke. She was angry. Why though? I asked a few questions, I asked if she was ok, she said: “F**k this. It’s just a hijab.”
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Find Your Sukoon
Two months ago, my mom had her first acute disc episode since before her surgery 23 years ago. She ended up in the emergency room, unable to stand, unable to walk or even sit. They mentioned the possibility of another surgery. We all shuddered.
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Foot To Pavement
I walked into our new apartment and my heart sank. Two guys were in the process of moving out. Two dirty mattresses were on the ground. Brown sheets were hanging "curtains" over French-windowed doors. There were some weird lamps and not enough closet space.
I was a senior in college and my roommate and I had just signed a lease for our first real NYC apartment. I hadn't seen the apartment before we signed our credit scores + college savings accounts away to a dodgy-looking real estate agent in the East Village. Were these keys really going to work...?
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