Sizzle Says

You guys? It seems like too many of us are in jobs we want out of so how on earth are we going to help each other? Maybe I’m supposed to become a job coach or life coach or something so that I can help you all find your “calling” or as Oprah would say, how to “go to your destiny.” (Did I just reference the O woman? Blame the head wound.) I’ll be doing a lot of thinking on this whole career change business and will get back to you. This is not the last you’ll hear of it, I promise you that.

In other news, I have a love/hate relationship with Trader Joe’s. The TJ’s in my hood has the worst parking. When I first visited the store, I thought the parking situation was kind of unique and very urban. The lot is upstairs and you take an elevator down to the store level. “Cool!” I thought. Um, no you silly girl who grew up in the suburbs. The lot is very, very small. So small that maneuvering my CRV around the tight corners is a very delicate procedure- one that causes me sincere anxiety. Inevitably, I will get stuck on the ramp going into the lot waiting and waiting as customers try to fit their oversized vehicles into tiny spaces. It is then that I will wish I had gone to Safeway where the lot is flat and does not require NASCAR-like driving deftness. But I wanted taquitos and cheese. TJ’s has great prices on both. And it’s a well known fact that I will go to great lengths for both Mexican-inspired food and affordable cheese. If only they’d get a better parking lot, I’d be so much happier. I’d have so much more cheese! Mmm, taquitos!

In other news, I found one way to survive my first day back at work after two weeks and a head trauma: redecorate. I moved my computer and files and office crap around to allow more space for spreading out all my “work” AND it almost grants me privacy. I’m in a cubicle, albeit a cubicle with a window, so I won’t complain too much but my back faced the entrance to my cube. That positioning and the fact that I am usually plugged into my iPod, I’d find myself frequently leaping out of my chair when someone would come up behind me saying my name. “Holy crap! You scared the bejesus out of me!” I tried using a little mirror that I carefully angled so I could see who was approaching behind me. That sort of worked. I have one coworker who I call “Ninja” because holy crap is she stealth! She’s not allowed in my cubicle anymore. She can just send me an email or something. Or slip a note over our cubicle wall (she’s my next door neighbor). I can’t handle the mini heart attacks. So with all that, I just decided to reposition my computer on my desk so that I am facing in a different direction thus alleviating the perpetual anxiety that someone is about to walk up behind me or the constant worry that people are watching my computer screen. In the land of cubicles, we’ve got to do our best to find a slice of individuality and sanity, no?

It’s Friday. I am so very glad for that.

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Gruntle: to put in a good humor.

Having an effortless good hair day gruntles me.