No Ticket!

I have been very pleased with my career recently - lots of important responsibilities, a plethora of things to do, people calling me for assistance (I really like that!), presentations, etc. But one thing that does not please me...

NO PARKING SPACE.

If I get another parking ticket (and it's inevitable today, as the paid lot was closed for an event), I am going to be very, very upset... Because it's the only thing I can do. I sob and rail and beat my breast in lamentation as I write checks to the State for hundreds of dollars. I've called up the Parking Deity of my office and, using my potent powers of persuasion, have managed to get myself placed 4th out of about 50 on the parking spot waiting list. I've complained to all and sundry. I've ruthlessly cursed every one of the nameless, aimless, shameless parking ticketers, who continue to stick those dreaded yellow pieces-of-shit citations beneath the windshield wipers of my little Honda. Walking to one's car after a hard, productive day at work should induce relief, not dread!

Last night was not destined to be a Bikram night - instead, I ran an 8-miler and really pushed it. I kept hearing Monica's voice, "If you want to evolve, get the hell out of your comfort zone, and change." It was an excellent run despite lingering Bikram soreness, but it also put me to sleep at 9:30 PM, just as I was really sinking my talons into Chronicles of Amber again. Sigh. And all night, the cats were like a herd of spooked brontosauruses, rampaging unchecked across a vast plain. Only they were cats, rampaging across my not-vast-at-all apartment. Which is completely hardwood floored.

And today has been an exciting day, work-wise! :D

I...er...might actually really...LIKE...my job.