When September Ends

Wake me up when September ends. Greeday -- the philosphers of our time. I am probably not using the phrase in the way the musicians intended. Let me explain...our assignment desk was basically set up by our old news director. He expected my partner and myself to do the job of about four or five people. The work load hasn't decreased, however my desk partner left. There is another person hired, but thanks to corporate feet dragging and a guy who is giving the longest quitting notice of all time, I don't get any help until the end of September. Until then, it's just me, myself, and my migranes. It doesn't help that I get the occasional visit from the 3rd floor sales/business side of the biz, who seem to have no idea what we do in news and thinking we can just do anything they want on a whim. ARRRGHHHHH.

In other news...one of the leaves on my green stick is turning brown. I watered the stick. Let it have sunlight. Why is it turning on me? I don't think this bodes well for me ever becoming a parent.

It's times like these that I just relax and think about a completely stress free time:


This is from my hot-air balloon ride. It was an amazing experience. You really are just floating alone. The experience is one of the few times when I can say I was just at peace, enjoying my surroundings and just experiencing life. Beautiful. Now I'm relaxed...

Cheers,
mE