A few days ago, I finally confessed to my boss that I was utterly miserable at our (wonderful) company, where I am supposed to be the SEO manager but have been doing nothing but mind-numbing, soul-crushing online marketing for the last 3 months to cover for a manager on maternity leave. (How I ended up
Good afternoon, Lauren. Um, what is this about? This is an exit interview. An…exit interview? Whatever for? It’s an interview we give out to employees that get fired or who resigned so that we at the human resources department can understand your reasons for leaving and how we might improve the work environment for our
I am shivering in an internet cafe at the UP Shopping Center because my first class on my first day of grad school did not happen. I keep forgetting that I’m liek, under the government-subsidized education system now and unlike my super-expensive, super-elitist undergrad university, professors here are not liek conyo enough slap us in
My mom can probably attest to the fact that I write better than I can walk or talk. As a child I ran into walls and fell into pits; as a teenager I mouthed obscenities that made my former-frat leader dad shrink in horror and wish that he had been a better son to his
So things haven’t been peachy at work because I find that I am caught in the middle of drama that didn’t involve me to begin with. I’ll admit that I probably made things worse by trying to engage the opposite party in a mature conversation so that we might air out our issues with each
As I approach my third month as a member of the white-collar working class, I realized something very important: Yahoo Messenger has been an invaluable tool in keeping my soul and sanity together. My mom once chided me for being so un-hip in my devotion to YM. Apparently, anyone who’s l33t enough to know anything
It’s funny how things fall into place right when you least expect them to. Lately I’ve been considering the idea of getting transferred to another account or perhaps looking for another job. You see, my job involves developing an active subculture which takes a particular albeit alternative non-dogmatic focus on how the human body and
Out of all the crazy niches in the internet porn industry, it’s not the beastiality nor the 50-year old gangbangs that makes me want to rip my eyeballs out of my skull and donate them to some poor blind kid. If I have to I can probably stomach scat and necrophelia. Of course, I wouldn’t
Sometime after my lunch break, I burst into a manic fit of shits and giggles. It happened out of nowhere and I had no idea what I was laughing at or why. I couldn’t calm down and I couldn’t focus and I got scared. Once my laughter subsided into snorts and snickers, I dragged Kristel
My name is Lauren Dado and this is my personal blog. I like nerdy things, scary things, and travel things. I'm not really always right. (
