“There’s always a woman
Who causes confusion.
There’s nothing as low as a woman.
We must lunch.”
 - “It’s Always a Woman”, Stephen Sondheim’s Anyone Can Whistle

It’s always a study of psychology when women gather together.  Especially when it’s somewhere that you don’t necessarily get to choose your companions, like a work function.  There’s never a complete and total comfort, which surprises me.  In my line of work, I’m often the only gal in a room full of men, so it’s not hard to relax.  But somehow, for some stupid reason, when there’s more than one woman in the room, you feel territorial. 

Okay, I don’t.  Mostly because I just don’t care.  But I love watching it happen to others.

Does that make me sadistic?  Probably.

Just a random thought.

Today is Kari’s last day in my office.  This makes me very sad.  Kari is often the reason I am content to work here; we both have VERY similar backgrounds, we think the same way, and we both love food.  This means we’re almost soul mates.  I know that, when I throw some ridiculous temper tantrum or run into a wall, I can share these things with her and she will COMPLETELY sympathize.  That’s nice.  She’s also the wisest person I know in all things NASA and Disney.  It’s nice to have smart people around. 

She is going off to start a new career in procurement.  I couldn’t be any happier for her, because I remember how much just GLOWED after the interview.  She came back on cloud 9, and I just KNEW she had nailed the interview.  It’s like the audition that you leave, wishing you could’ve stayed longer.  When you leave on your toes.  I knew she had the job.

She is going to be rich one day, and then I will help her fund her idea for tours downtown.

I am now down to a gravelly voice.  I doubt rehearsal will be entirely productive for me tonight.  I wish I could skip it and sleep.  But.. the show must go on! (A guy I work with said, “How will I know which bird is you?  Aren’t there, like, 12 birds?”  I smiled and in TOTAL Mayzie fashion said, “Oh, honey.. YOU’LL KNOW.  I’m the baaaad bird.”)

I’m wearing fake hair today.  I love fake hair.  My favorite part is people complimenting me on how good my hair looks pulled back, and I’ll readily admit: “It’s not mine.”  Then I share the wealth.

I haven’t been sick by myself in a LOOONG time.  I don’t remember it sucking this bad.