Somedays you just feel like Carnie Wilson trying to hang out with the 2 hotties of Wilson-Phillips

From the NYtimes Sunday Book Review:

"As quickly as bottled water became a symbol of healthy hyperindividualism — sort of an iPod for your kidneys — a backlash turned it into the devil’s drink. In 2006, the National Coalition of American Nuns came out against bottled water for the moral reason that life’s essential resource should not be privatized. New numbers surfaced: each year the bottles themselves require 17 million barrels of oil to manufacture, and, one expert tells Royte, “the total energy required for every bottle’s production, transport and disposal is equivalent, on average, to filling that bottle a quarter of the way with oil.”"

Oh dear. Paragraphs like that make me want to crawl in to a hole.

I had a coffee meeting with my boss this morning. She cried, and I didn't know how to respond. It was like when you are a kid and you see your mom cry. The world sort of spins a little slower, and for a few minutes the dynamics in your relationship are reversed.

She cried because the reporting lines are changing here, and she won't be my boss anymore. And she failed to tell me that this will be starting July 1st. She felt really bad about it (bad enough to cry, apparently), and she said she's going to miss me very much.

I saw this as an opportunity to tell her that I will be leaving at the end of the summer. Since she won't be my boss by then, I figured I would break the news so at least I have said it aloud to somebody here. And she has me in mind for all of these projects... so I figured it was only fair to tell her that I actually will not be here for more than another month or 2.

So. I feel relieved. And even more checked out than before. Oh, I'll keep doing the things that need to be done. But my mind will be wandering off, even more than usual.

It did feel good to say out loud, though. That I will be moving to Portland. I do realize that just because I said it out loud doesn't mean that it's permanent or necessarily true in any way. If that were the case, then "Sister Christian" by Night Ranger really was written about me.

Back to work.

I have an ipod again. And yes, I did rock out to "Hold On" by Wilson-Phillips during my walk to work today. It was very inspirational.

Don'tcha know things'll change
things'll go your way
if you hold on for one more day
yeah hold on

Oh wow... I just found the music video for that song. I remember watching Vh1 as a child and just waiting for this one to come on. This, and "Save the Best for Last" by Vanessa Williams. I was really into Adult Contemporary as a child, I guess.

Back to work.