Spoiler alert: The self-proclaimed “official craft store of Heaven” doesn’t actually care if their employees see their families.
“My life just flashed before my eyes. It should have been more interesting than that.”
That prayer doesn’t apply to me. Unbelief is not the current issue. The problem is that every time I think I might want to be a Christian, I run into one.
People will trick you into believing that you’re talented if you pay them enough. That’s why I never developed any sort of trust in my professors.
I don’t know anything about wine skins. My wine comes in boxes.
Which rung of the corporate ladder makes the bosses forget that, if given the choice between an office chair and a couch, most people will choose the latter?
But isn’t it possible that the most productive staff meeting is the one where we skip the emotional check-ins, the journey around the complex because the manager needs to “get out of the office,” and the word for word reading of the company updates, and just send an email and trust in the employees that are paid hourly and trusted with company secrets, finances, clients can, in fact, read?