Articles
The Hardest Hitting Man in Show Biz
James Brown nearly beat me up on my first job. It was a great job, don’t get me wrong. It was just a little dangerous when the Godfather of Soul was around.
Field of Dreams and Deadly Disease
Summer of 2000, barely 15 years old with a worker’s permit in hand, I was ready to rake in the cash money. <br>
Can Anyone Spell N-A-Ï-V-E?
Right after I graduated from the University of North Dakota, I moved to Sacramento, California, bunked with my sister and her husband and started looking for work.
Good Ole’ Chick-Fil-A
At the ripe old age of 14 and a half I got my worker’s permit and headed out to my first job at Chick-Fil-A.
Pace Yourself Kid
My first “official” job – one with a printed paycheck and a boss who yelled at you – was working for the Town of West Seneca in upstate New York in the late ‘70s.
Online Reputation Management
PR experts have long preached that a company’s brand is no stronger than its reputation. But there’s a new dimension to reputation maintenance.
Fetching Coffee and Making Copies
My first job in Washington, D.C., shortly after 9 a.m. on any given day. The phone rings. It’s my boss: a former member of Congress who typically calls on his way in to work (late of course) with an outlandish request. <br><br>
When It Goes Down, Learn From It
It took me four and a half years to finish college. It wasn’t that I was particularly dense.
Getting My Black Belt
Karate Girl. That’s the name I earned working in an afterschool program for three years.
