The scale

My boss. Ugh. More than her, but C who seems to demand drama.

I don't do drama.

I HATE drama, particularly workplace drama.

How do I stay out of the daily drama? My typical MO is to just do my job - write, research - and stay in my office but that's not enough for C. She is a pot-stirrer. Just like Boss Lady.

I read an article last week that spoke of how Americans don't quit their organization or their position, but they quit their boss. I'd be happy to quit Boss Lady. Mean-spirited, vicious, insidious, drama-loving woman who I would be happy to never see again. But I love my school, my position, my new acquaintances-potential friends.

On the scale, what side weighs heavier?

I remember that halter top like a favorite blankie. I was never dressed
quite appropriately for the weather, though.
I have another photo of me in long-sleeves,
long plaid pants and boots.
Mom was wearing a halter and short shorts.
I'd guess I was the one out of place.

Day 1

I never know what to name myself.

I've had email since 1992 and have always bumped into a brick wall when I try to come up with a "name." So I just stick with my name and a number or two if my name is taken. Creative me. But, now, I have to name a blog? I shouldn't use my name -- or so I've been told -- so what the heck am I going to name it? Must admit, when I got to that spot on the sign-up page, I left the computer and cleaned the kitchen. Washing dishes by hand (yep, no dishwasher) didn't help my creative juices flow at all. So, I started with labeling myself, which really depressed me. "Chubby, lonely, 36 year old dog owner, new home owner living in a new town I hate" didn't quite cut it as a title. So I went with Southern (but I'm really not all that "southern" in the way you see on television or in politics, thank goodness) but I am a born and bred Southern girl and I miss the city. I moved to a small suburb of the third largest city in Alabama -- which isn't large at all. But I moved here from Atlanta and to Atlanta from a NYC suburb. And I definitely miss the city.

So here I am -- Southern City-misser.

I wanted a place to figure out who I am, what I'm about and maybe I've found the spot. No one will ever read it 'cause I won't tell anyone about it. A spot for me.