When the alarm went off this morning at 6 am, I expected Adrian to stay in bed despite all the whining and whimpering I had done last night to get him to join me for a morning walk. (My tactical statements included how much better the walk would be with him, how much better he would feel throughout the day because of it, how he owed me the walk because he was messing up our afternoon workout time by working late...) I thought I had succeeded when he got up after me, proceeded to get dressed and then went out the door with me. Oh, but I was wrong. I didn't get Adrian. I got a walking blob - one who was barely able to utter more than three incoherent noises to my multitude of questions and observations. Okay, maybe he's not a morning person, but isn't he even the least bit interested in how many people are dressed and on their way to work at that hour of the day? I thought it was a very astute observation. It deserved more than a "oohfmfe" response.

Damn, I need to get batteries for my headphones.

I guess I have to go to my high school reunion now. My firm argument was that I would only go if I was engaged or if I got a promotion to Assistant Editor. (Well, my left hand remains ringless, so I guess that means I got a promotion.) Now I just have to work on getting those business cards printed.

What an interesting interview question - "How would your family members describe you?" As I was blurting out the numerous adjectives that fit together to make me such a fascinating and fun person, I started to question if I was answering truthfully. Was this really what I thought my Mom would say or what I would hope she would say? I mean the stubborn part was definitely right on - and I will say my interviewer liked that one - score one for Mom! But what about all the other parts? Am I as intelligent, fun, kind-hearted as I think I am? Wow, I think I need to do some serious work on my character...and no, interviewer, I am not bossy to my younger brother. (Or am I?)

I don't want to write a long, boring saga about the current shake-up at my work, but since it is somewhat consuming my life right now I feel it deserves at least a sentence or two. I will say that by next Friday I will most likely have a promotion - one that would get me out of my current discipline and out from under my current crazy boss. I will say that my boss is not too happy about this and is freaking out and supposedly doing everything to get me to stay (like having her boss come by my desk to tell me that I shouldn't make any rash decisions). I will say that I have been promised a promotion in my current discipline since last October and so far nothing has come of it. I will say that learning to look out for number-one is coming alot easier than I thought.

Most days I wish the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip was still in print.

It doesn't feel like a year has passed since I began working at my current job, but today is my one-year anniversary. I have a bouquet of flowers on my desk (two actually since my boss received one as well, but is out of town for the week) that in some way is supposed to signify all the thanks awarded to me. Yesterday, I got a lunch and a bracelet for the occasion from my boss (the flowers are from Human Resources) and the whole time I was thinking - "I will not be working for you soon!...I will not be working for you soon!" How soon is soon? I have no idea. But please, please rescue me if a year from now I am still here.