The Animal Kingdom

“This is so unprofessional!” Rose exclaims for the third time that day, and it’s true.  We are unprofessional.  Someone in the office has brought in balloons  and a pump, and most people have stopped their work and are trying to make balloon animals.  There is a cracking “POP!!!” from behind me, and everyone jumps.   “Guys, seriously!” she moans.  Rose is not making balloon animals.  She is adjusting her glasses and leafing through Wednesday’s Europe reports, ...

The Girl Made of Glass II

The people at work who have known him for years can sense a change.  One day, after we’ve been seeing each other for a month, his boss closes the door behind her and turns to him.   “What’s going on between you and Murph?” she demands. “Nothing,” is the straight-faced reply. “Liar!’   It’s an accusation laced with glee, and he can’t help but laugh.  And with that, our cover is blown. The head of the department is the next to know.  She has known him for years--hired ...

The Girl Made of Glass

I am sitting at my desk, waiting on a file to export.  Headphones in (Bill Ricchini crooning about sunny days and saving graces), a room-temperature, half-drank can of cherry cola on my right, a shopping bag resting on my left.  Damn, I shouldn’t have bought that dress.  I’ll have to wear it at least once a week for the next month so it doesn’t feel like a total waste.  It will look good with that sheer, crème colored top with the sweet peter pan collar.  Or maybe I could ...

I'm going to be re-formatting the way I write these blogs, because I realized this week that my old style just isn't working for me anymore.  My posts are going to look like journal entries from here on out, because that's pretty much how I've been treating my writing as of late.  Without the luxury of professional therapy, I've taken to just writing in random slices and chunks about my life.  I'll probably still have random picture posts and silly stuff, but I'm really going to be ...