Behind The Position
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Who Gets the Rest of Me?
I’m writing this from the sofa. My bag is still by the door, and someone in the next room is telling me something I should probably be listening to. That sounds awful when I write it down. I’ve been reading the stories here for a while. Tonight I wanted to share mine, even if I…
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For Once, Nobody Knew
I have a good afternoon to tell you about, which feels like a strange reason to write to a page called Office Confessions. But I’ve been wanting to explain why it felt so good, and I’m not sure the people around me would understand. You can call me Elena. I’m a school principal, though that’s…
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I Forgot I Had Hobbies
A colleague sent me one of your stories with a message that just said, “Have you read this?” I hadn’t. I’ve read quite a few since, usually without commenting. This time I have something of my own to admit. Rachel isn’t my real name. I’m an elementary school principal. A teacher asked me what I…
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The Person After 5 PM
I found this website one evening when I was looking for something completely different. I don’t remember what I was searching for now. I do remember reading one of the confessions and thinking, I wouldn’t know who to say that to either. So I’m trying here. Please use Caroline if you share this. I’m a…
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Just Call Me by My Name
I nearly scrolled past your Facebook post. Then I read a line that sounded a little too familiar and clicked through to the website. A few stories later, I started thinking about something I hadn’t told anyone. It felt too small to bring up. Still does, honestly. You can call me Martin. I’m a school…