  Courtney Love Gone Corporate I have a cold.  Blogger advises ( generally anyone writing about their workplace)  me not lose my job over this.  I agree.  So let me explain my intentions.  I write about the people I meet/ interview not to mock them,  but to describe who/ what I deal with on a daily basis.  I'm in shock that I'm fortunate enough to meet the characters who are responsible for my stories.
 Most of the people I meet are " normal,  but it's those loveable odd balls that tug at my heart.  . that make me happy to be human and present and observant enough to notice that they matter,  this moment matters and even though I have a huge hole in my tights above my right knee and several co- workers who taunt me about an inadvertantly revealing blouse that prompts one to ask where I got my " job"  done,  that the 5 o'clock whistle will blow,  I will take this ridiculously trampy outfit off and I will go home.  And when my work day ends,  I want to know what I've done today that involves working for me.
 I want to know what stories I've sown besides the ones I'm paid to listen to on someone else's dime.  I want to know when the real work starts ( when I go home)  how I'll use my time and energy and talent.  These stories are just reminders ( for me,  maybe you)  not to let dreams die.  Work for them.  Live for them.  But,  for crying outloud,  make 'em happen.
