literature
Best corporate culture and workplace literature to better your workplace experience. Journal's favorite stories.
A Secret Letter
Hello there, My name is Fredrick Miracle and I am writing this letter to tell a story of how I truly became the CEO of Miracle Corporation. I do not know who this letter will reach, or if it will reach anyone at all. I am getting old, you see. My son has already taken over my company and I have never told anyone what really happened all those years ago, before anyone even knew I existed.
By Robbie Nagle5 years ago in Journal
Inventory
So we had this burgeoning business. It blossomed about six years prior. We were buying and selling collectible and antique teddy bears. Hence, the name, ‘Absolutely Teddy.’ Either we got bored with the listings or we found the inventory to be scarce because we soon widened our catalog to dolls and objects of art – ‘objet d’art.’
By Anna Holmes5 years ago in Journal
It Was Magical
My thoughts have always been a jumbled mess. I love to write, but my ideas aren't always fluid or concise. I was seventeen when we moved into our new home. It was a creepy Victorian full of spooky corners. The floorboards creaked, and thick layers of paint sealed the windowsills shut. Renovation was needed. In an old desk, in the basement, I found it—my little black book.
By Courtney Durham5 years ago in Journal
The Acquisition
This All-Hands meeting was bigger, more important than any before it. Madi and a handful of BrandiCon Media leaders just brokered an acquisition between their little content agency and mega brand, Flash Films. This All-Hands would be a virtual gathering and their one big opportunity to share the exciting news with the broader team to insure they all stayed with the company after the ink dried.
By Lisa Arthur5 years ago in Journal
The Aspiring Author
My name is Jon, I live in New York, and I hate my job. Maybe hate is a strong word, but I'm not happy or fulfilled with my life. Writing short stories, life experiences, research articles, and whatever else I create, those things make me feel accomplished and fulfilled. I haven't published anything yet; I will when the time is right. Waking up every day following the same monotonous routine of making myself look "presentable" for the corporate world then hailing a cab that brings me down the same roads with the scenery only changing with the seasons. I sit at my dull cubicle, listen to my boss tell me what I need to improve on, and hear my other coworkers talk about their "picture perfect" family life makes me want to jump off the building. I don't fit in here. I can't relate to these people.
By Saydi Katherine5 years ago in Journal
Cafe to Coffer
JJ almost crashed into the glass door as he ran into the store. This was his 3rd day at the café and he was late again – 8:07AM. There was so much rush in the train (where did all the people come from!) that they didn’t let him in, with his bike. He had to wait and let go of three trains, before getting in. And that too, with some curse words from fellow passengers, peeled skin, just above his socks and a scratch on his cheek, where the handlebar nicked him. He hated this daily pain, but he couldn’t afford to move closer to downtown.
By Banu Raman5 years ago in Journal
Pictures at an Exhibition
Michael has always lived on the outskirts; in the suburbs, nickel and dime jobs, but mostly in his mind. By dreaming big he's escaped the poverty of his surroundings. What's saved his life is selective memory. He can recall next to nothing about his first decade on the planet and chooses to forget most of the second. Solitude has been his saviour, spending long, luxurious afternoons in the dream spa. What is he dreaming about? Images.
By Robert Howard5 years ago in Journal
