Back at Work

But hardly working...

I saw Maria Full of Grace last night. It was pretty good. (And I thought I had trouble with "my system"!) We had a lot of time to kill before the movie started, which allowed for some great people watching: the guy in the “hotel” across the street who kept looking out the window, and I swear he was staring at me; the kids wreaking havoc in Ben & Jerry’s next door, including the kid who stuck a basketball under his t-shirt, pretending to be pregnant, and kept skateboarding in the middle of the street; the dude who was wearing just a vest (to show off his muscles?); lots of misunderstood people - must be misunderstood because they were dressed all in black; the woman who appeared to be oblivious to the fact that her belt (?) was dragging on the ground; and the cream of the crop - the teenagers cruising the street with the rap/hip hop music blasting, in a – wait for it – Subaru forester with bike rack on back!

Since they happen so infrequently, I thought I would take this time to express a Work Appreciation Moment: I work for a publishing company that produces lovely books. Because of this job I have access to all kinds of publishing knowledge and contacts. Because I work here, I was able to snag advance screening tickets to The Incredibles.
Why do I not appreciate that I work for the company that publishes the products I have admired in stores for years? Am I just that hard to please? Is it because I just don’t like being at the bottom rung? But would I be happy even if I were on the top rung? How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?

I have concluded that my lack of (real) journal writing has had a negative impact on me these last few months.