The service industry: where dick jokes never get old Living and working in the performing arts usually means I spend more time behind a bar, (or in front of one) then I do on stage, or sitting at a desk writing my masterpiece. In fact you can end up spending

I don’t know about you but this Polar Vortex is fucking with my livelihood, my health, and my basic human functionalities. It has rendered me virtually immobile. It’s not that I’m using the bitter cold temperatures and the unpredictable blitzkriegs of snow as an excuse to lie around my apartment

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

To the ones who have had some trouble holding down a job, or the ones who have had extreme difficulty actually landing a job to hold down, or the ones who simply just cannot work, here’s some good news. There are actually perks to being an unemployed citizen; a person

While some kids grow up with the city skyline in their backyard and used the streets as their playground, others live vicariously through what they see on television and read about in novels. I was once a young girl growing up in the culturally starved Midwest, thumbing through fashion magazines

Like a lot of people my age who are trying to Make It Happen, I’ve kind of got a lot of shit going on right now.  I work a full-time job that I don’t love to pay the bills, work at an online fashion magazine after my office job everyday,

I attended my office holiday party last week– at a bar, at 2pm, glad to leave work 3 hours early.  I work in a business casual environment, and– as I mentioned before– am not close friends with anyone in my office.  In fact, I’m 89% sure that they all think

I’m running on five hours sleep. In the last 48 hours I’ve had a total of ten hours of rest. I’m not exactly strapped for cash but I’m not exactly living the lifestyle of the rich and famous either. At the moment I’m looking to leave the job I’ve been

I have a dirty little secret: I’ve never been unemployed… until now. Today marks the first day in 11 years that I haven’t had a job. My feelings are complicated: freedom, anxiety, denial. But as is my wont, I’ll chronicle my foray into unemployment here for you, because I love