Thirtieth Time’s a Charm
I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life…
Based Loaded
It’s Monday, October 25th. This means that I am exactly one week away from the end of my Match.com experiment. As I’ve no plans to renew…
Twenty Nine Dates
Last night’s dinner with Date #17 brings the grand total up to 29 dates. And seeing as the Man from Marshalls has already invited me to…
A Familiar Feeling
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…
Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
Three Days In
I’m three days into my latest ethnographic experiment: three months on match.com. So far, I’ve received 24 “winks,” 19 emails and one invitation to go salsa…
First Communion: A Holy Headache
It’s Holy Communion season in South Philadelphia. This means that in addition to the usual births and deaths memorialized in the South Philly Review, the paper…
Running the Gauntlet
I’m working on a new project. It’s called “How to Avoid Customers While Walking to the Break Room” and before you ask, this is harder than…
Corporate Comes to Call
At exactly 11:13am on Thursday morning, The Shop’s corporate cavalcade rolled into the parking lot. “The mother ship has landed!” I hissed into my headset. As…
Of Daydreams and Die Cut Machines
Tomorrow is going to be a big day at The Shop. Corporate is coming. As so are the company’s investors, which means that the future of…
Otherwise Known as Career Development
It was the moment every Sales Associate dreads. I was up at Reggie 2 (which is what us happenin’ and gangsta-inclined associates call the second cash…
Monday Morning
“Go to Walmart!” she concludes, which is exactly what I was going to say. We always send our problem customers to Walmart.
Kat Echevarría Richter 