But if you’ve ever commented, read, suscribed in a reader, wanted to read but haven’t got around to it, read but hated it but loved to hate it, want to have my babies or named your dog after me, etc in a similar vein:

please email me.  inotherwords.blog at gmail dot com.  or comment here if you’d like to be included.

Because I have an announcement.

Carry on.

The essentials of me:

• I am a sucker for a good R&B song, and all things Michael Jackson
• I am shy, but will embarrass myself in a second to make someone laugh
• I am still secretly waiting to be discovered for a skill I probably don’t possess
• My ovaries swoon when I see a baby, although I have no desire to ever have one
• I hate checking my voicemail, but when I do I hate to delete them
• I was a ballerina and jazz dancer, but have grown up with no rhythm
• I am an eternal beach bum stuck in an eternally snowy state
• I am interested in reading the Bible because I honestly love the book
• I’m looking for someone to harmonize with even when I sing out of tune
• I leave conversations wondering how I could’ve talked less and listened more
• I will always stand in the middle of the parking lot during a snowstorm to try to catch the perfect flake on my tongue
• I will always want to kiss white boys with curly afros
• I’m a shopaholic to the core, but no sucker for a trend
• I love that I grew up on musicals on oldies and will always need music in my life
• I have never seen the harm in mixing my liquors in one night
• I will always be looking for that job that doesn’t feel like work
• I sometimes put friends over family and regret it
• Sometimes I don’t
• When I laugh sincerely, I cry

Now tell me something about the essentials of you.

I pushed through the doors, resolved that everything would be different at work. So what, I didn’t get my dream job. Maybe my job wasn’t so bad after all. Sure it is killing my creative senses, but it supports my shopping habit moderately well, and allows me to travel on weekends and for two weeks to Europe in the Spring (details pending). There are a lot of homeless people in the world who would jump at the opportunity to be in my shoes. My new green shoes. I packed my healthy lunch, arrived at work with a smile on my face, poured a cup of coffee and turned on the computer.

The positivity lasted four minutes, as I finished entering my last password of the morning. Now what? What am I supposed to do here for eight straight hours?

Last week was not the best of weeks for me. I got a rejection letter for a job that I really really wanted. So much so that I was stressing about and being all vague, if you’ll recall. I will probably never be more qualified for a job, nor want a job more. Reeling from that, I returned to work, defeated and unhappy. How could I spend even five more months here, when I knew the perfect job was up the road, but it didn’t want me? I tried distracting myself on the Internet, started following an inordinate amount of people on Tumblr and searching for an apartment downtown on Craigslist, anything to alleviate the stress of a 55 minute drive to work every morning. I was just starting to feel better when I got called into an impromptu meeting with my team lead, where my usage of the Internet was called into question. Perhaps they said it was excessive, but I was tuned out, thinking about Googling the weather or searching last minute trips to Vegas. So maybe I didn’t get the point right away.

It turns out that trying to control your Internet usage while your brain melts from staggering non-use is about as hard as understanding this video with all the bleeps in it. Also Internet related, I might add. Okay, I admit it. I have a problem.

I thought about giving up this blog all together. I gave it serious thought. Deleting it all and starting my life post-blog. Don’t get me wrong, I love this space. It helps me stretch my brain muscles less they get atrophied during my working hours. But I don’t exactly want to get fired for it. Not unless my dream job decides they’ve made a fatal mistake and comes crawling back to me. But giving up my only source of creative release at this moment doesn’t solve the problem. Not now. Blogging, like love, is a battlefield.

So I’m staying here, for now. I might be a little quieter on commenting, and I do hope you’ll forgive me. Just imagine me chained to my desk, earbuds stuffed in, pecking away at a Microsoft Word document blog-entry disguised to look like work, job and apartment searching at lunch, slyly posting when everyone is in meetings and peeking behind the monitor to say Happy Monday.

How was your weekend?

Did the Oscars please you? Because besides beautiful showings by my girlfriends Keri Russell and Jennifer Garner, Glen Hansard begging me to “make art” and Jon Stewart letting Markéta Irglová give her eloquent acceptance speech after they rudely shut off her microphone and that adorable French gal winning for Best Actress and claiming angels in Los Angeles and Helen Mirren’s diamond sleeves and the charming George Clooney seated in the front row, they were just annoying enough to keep me awake.