I know, I suck.

I seem to have forgotten I have a blog. Apparently I have lost interest in prattling away about TV, cooking, and the fact that I can't afford to get my haircut. And really, I know how much the three, four or five of you miss it too. But the very fact that I am sitting here typing this instead of lying on the couch with the remote in one hand and a glass of wine in the other is true testament to my recommitment to the blogging life. Because honestly, today was a ghastly day, starting with a whiplash-inducing snap judgment about how much I hated someone I'm working with (sorry, working for) and ending with my not being able to find a basket at Whole Foods. Where the hell do they keep the baskets at the WF on 3rd and Fairfax? I circled between the two store entrances like a restless dog, and all I could see were carts. Big carts. I know, I'm not 2, and I could have, should have, just sucked it up and gone for the cart, but dammit, today I was back in diapers, almost throwing myself down on the tiles and turning purple with rage about the fact that I couldn't find a damn basket. And I think anyone who's navigated a Whole Foods at rush hour understands my inner tantrum. .

But let me back up. Yes, I have a job. A freelance, contract position at a newspaper I get. Every day. Yes, that one. I'm writing marketing bits and pieces for the ad sales department. After my last job, I never again thought I would hear a magazine sales rep say to me, "Denise, I need a piece that says....." But here I am, hearing it again. I guess I must have "publishing bitch" tattooed somewhere very visible. I shouldn't complain. The money is good, I will soon be able to justify expensive beauty treatments, new boots, and a wardrobe from THIS season, (I am well aware that I've taken the "Gaucho" yoga-pant look just a little further than the good trend-setters intended). But my god, the woman who hired me? She comes directly from Hell's Colon. Today I was on the tippy toes of having to explain the meaning of the word "complement" to her (she clearly never learned the difference between that one and the other one, but honestly, I sort of see why) and then I just found myself picking another word. "Oh Never Mind!" is my new motto. Soon I will be writing things that say "Please advertise in this nice paper. You will like it. You will sell more of whatever it is that you sell". Seriously, that is what it will come to, I can feel it now. The worst of it is that last week (when the colon dweller was on vacation) I was actually having a good time. I liked the person I was working with in her absence, and actually found myself thinking, "Huh, I could do this for a bit".

Oh never mind...


In happier news, I had the most fun weekend with my niece and sister who came down from San Francisco. It was my niece's second time, and my sister's first (not in LA, just visiting me here). My sides are still aching from all the pee-in-your-pants laughing that went on. I'll save some of that for another post, in case this is a little too much from me too soon. You knew I'd come back with a vengeance, didn't you?