Ah, Corporate America

Not much time to write today, because I have back-to-back meetings in different buildings with no driving time built in. Much like a doctor, I then get hopelessly behind schedule. Unlike a doctor, I do not have white-coated assistants to pacify those waiting or a large wall to hide behind. People tend to just hang over the edge of my cube and ask me how I like putting my little angel in daycare as I frantically try to catch my breath from the 105-degree Parking Lot Sprint. I'll tell you, folks. I like putting her in Oz and coming to this beige hellhole every day about as much as I enjoyed getting stitches after childbirth. Thank goodness for some of the other kids in the sandbox - if it weren't for a few cool folks to help me laugh at the others, I would've gone screaming into the abyss a week ago.

Oops, what do you know - another meeting.