The Power Trip

What ever happened to power lunches?

Whatever happened to meetings in another city, power suits and the essential leather briefcase?

Whatever happened to meeting up with co-workers, especially the crowd that includes the cute one on another floor, to have drinks after work, talk a little about work, other despised co-workers and just generally flirting with everyone, loving life, your job and the huge paycheck that awaits you at the end of every week.

Whatever happened to working late on a brief, and we all sit around and brainstorm on the facts and factors surrounding a big litigation case?

Someone needs to explain to me where all these went?

I wrote this down in my other inconsequential journal yesterday and I didn't get one single response on it. I guess they thought I was kidding when I asked whatever happened to my hopes and dreams of having a high-powered life as a young executive which is basically what all the rant above was about.

I've been gone for awhile. I shall highlight the reasons.

1) I have a bug bite on my right arm. Not the best place because my left arm is the one playing nurturing woman. It's okay now, yesterday it looked like a spider bite that would cost me my arm. It's just costing me money to treat, and it hurts like hell.

2) I have been suffering from exhaustion because, believe it or not, I have been working extra hard. So after the long ride home, I come back knackered and just ready to delve into some much needed TV watching.

3) I am just not that into myself. I wish I knew why.

I was watching this movie this morning: Permanent record that had a very young naive, gentle looking Keanu in it. Wow! Made my morning, haven't seen that mug in a long time.
Missed it.

I already said that sometime ago.