( Email rambling to a friend .... )

So I was writing in my real journal, which I've been doing a lot of these days, and I realized that I wanted to write about this thing on LJ -- perhaps it's self-serving, but I thought, I could use my LJ girls around me.  Which basically means Rachel and Genna and Steph --  hi, ladies. :)  Your support always makes me feel better.

Long story ( ( Read more... )

Feels like it's been forever since I've done a survey meme. What the hay.

( Mememememememememe .... )

The difference between 99% sure and 100% sure is fear.  That's what I keep telling myself because it seems to ring true and keeps me from wanting to jump off a bridge.  Because I am 99% sure I'm going to quit my job.  I often hate being a grown-up.

Last night, I went to see Salmonfishing in Yemen -- a movie starring Ewan McGregor and Emily Blunt as a scientist and a financial assistant to a sheik, respectively, who work on a project to bring salmon fishing to the Yemen.  It turned out to be a delightful little escape from the Hunger Games and 21 Jump Street madness happening in the rest of ( Read more... )

About to head home for the first time in six months, which I just realized is the longest I've ever been away from home.  THIIIIIIIIS excited.

I don't think that anyone here either isn't my friend on Facebook or doesn't already know about the other blog, but just in case:  Holiday entries at http://ericaelastic.blogspot.com/

I'm having a long week, and it hasn't even started yet: Crises of self and faith compounded by work drama (that is contributing to the crisis of self).  Today I'm in a place that makes me want to ask the people around me why they bother with me in general -- if I'm so mean/sneaky/awful, how are there people in the world who continue to be friends ( Read more... )

Today I live in California.  Tomorrow I will live in New York City.  Shall we all take pause.

I wrote this about a year ago, and now I'm moving across the country.  What a difference a year makes: My way  now may be painful but at least it's safe. That's my current internal struggle, whether or not to continue with the process.  It is safe because I ( Read more... )

The Big Hullabalo of a Visit has come and gone.  It was spectacular.  Remember -- my boss, his boss, his boss, and his boss.  And me.  (And a peer store manager.)  My store shined -- literally scrubbed to perfection.  My partners were their very bests.  Confidence and great conversation -- could tell that everyone was proud of me (and I was proud ( Read more... )