I am leaving in 30 minutes or so. Heading out for my last night of Monday night bowling for the season. Yay me! They are closing more roads because of the flooding, so I expect the commute to be pretty bad. I really don’t get too hopped up about being stuck in traffic (that’s only if I am not in a hurry). What I do hate about being stuck in traffic is that my best ideas come to me. I need an Agent Dale Cooper tape recorder and I could just talk and talk into it, and maybe some of the stuff I would say might be interesting. I wouldn’t bank on interesting, but you never know.

Today was another brutally boring day at work. I am hypersensitive about the not fitting in thing. It’s all about geography, I think. There are five of us in the creative group. . . cubes come in groups of four. You see where this is headed? I am the proverbial fifth wheel. What’s not helping matters is the pressure I am getting to apply for a position in the customer service department (from whence I came) I could do the job, I would be most good at it, but I don’t want it. I would feel like I was admitting defeat, giving up, surrendering . . . blech, who wants that? But then my old group thought I was the cat’s pajamas. I’ve already proven myself there. But I am not so sure I want the job. I just want the one I have right now to be more fun, to be busier for someone to care that I am doing stuff and challenged.

Am I just expecting too much? I want a cookie.