It just escapes me

I work at a hospital. Not too long ago I was in the basement of the building (the very basement) waiting for the elevator with another employee. When the elevator arrived, the employee and I stepped on. She looked directly at me and asked, "Going up?"

I can only hope she didn't have access to medications or the cardiac jumper cables.

The genesis

I'm a writer. I'm not one of those people who claims to be a writer but is really a mechanic or a pharmacist. I actually get paid on a regular basis (with benefits!) for writing. It's on my business cards. It's on my bachelor's degree. Writer.

So I thought it was time to do some recreational writing. Ranting. Pontificating. Whatever.

I've been inspired by dooce.com (ballsy, punk-ass woman) and Steve Crescenzo's blog, Corporate Hallucinations. Both of these bloggers have me addicted to checking their pages every day. I love it. Imagine being hooked on something non-toxic, non-allergenic, non-polluting, just-plain-hysterical fun? You really should try this.

And so the genesis of this blog. You can check out my other blog, at www.timandbeccaineurope.blogspot.com. It's my travel blog. Only thing is I haven't done any interesting travel since last year. But, I'm going to Vegas soon with the in-laws, so fodder is on the way.

Stay tuned.

Starting on the right foot

I've had an interesting week. The preface to this story revolves around shoes. I own one pair of brown dress shoes. At least one pair that I will be seen in public wearing. And these beloved brown shoes were forgotten at a relative's house last week not to be retrieved until this Saturday.

That's 10 whole days without my brown shoes. That's 10 whole days with only black shoes to wear.

You know what that means.

All this week as I get ready for work, I put on a suit. One that goes with black shoes.

So all this week I've dressed like a funeral director. Cheery, huh?