I was recently watching an episode of Nikita (the spy show based on the Luc Besson film and TV show based on the film, La Femme Nikita, that ran on the CW network from 2010 to 2013). The season 2 episode, “Clawback,” starts off with a Division (a secret government-funded assassin program) agent killing a scientist of Brightling Pharmaceuticals and making it look like a heart attack. The mission complete, the head of Division places a phone call to a mystery man (later exposited to be a former Chairman of the SEC who now works in the private sector), who immediately makes another call, saying, “Sell Brightling. All of it.” Later in the episode, Nikita’s resident computer genius sends an e-mail to Nikita, the rogue agent investigating the death:
E-mail thread primarily between me and the “Director of Office Efficiency”:
Continue reading Can I Make Up My Own Title and Department, too?
I had brunch yesterday with some friends: D, C and C’s boyfriend CB. There was much of talk of work and careers [and a little about movies], and C told us about a friend of hers who has been working in publishing for a number of years, the last 5 of which have been part-time so she could be home part-time with her 3 children. She and her company have been discussing her possibly returning to full-time, their offer to her being a new title but with a salary only slightly higher than what would be commensurate with her current level. Her friend didn’t feel the salary was high enough so her company is now looking outside to fill the full-time role, offering a higher salary than what they were willing to pay her. Continue reading Equal Pay for Less Work
For the past month or so, I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I’m someone who can sleep just about anywhere [except, rather inconveniently on planes — I think it’s something about the recycled air]. I am rarely troubled by insomnia. But for a week in January, I was experiencing very fitful sleep. I tried going to bed earlier and earlier but still found myself getting up later and later and being exhausted all day. I would wince every time I heard a new notification on my phone until I was about as conditioned as a future serial killer’s pet.
After visiting Mexico for the first time and having a wonderful time in beautiful Tulum, it was time to return to reality. So on Sunday, I checked into my United flight from Cancun bound for Newark. I was a little hungover from the wedding the night before, tired and generally bitter about having to leave Tulum and return to work. Why would I I have expected to have a smooth and pleasant journey home?
Upon boarding the plane… Continue reading Child-free flights? Maybe just parent-free
I drive through walls and plow down cats
I won’t stop ’til the city’s flat
Twenty miles an hour now
I’d raise it but I don’t know how
I like to break stuff
Sometimes a car is not enough
I like to break stuff
Sometimes my fists just aren’t enough
When I like to break stuff
“Bulldozer” by Teddy Roosevelt & The Rough Riders
I had a vivid dream the other night that I hit Jon with a chair. Not a metal folding chair, which would have been too light to be worth dreaming about, or a heavy wooden chair, which I realistically wouldn’t have been able to pick up and hit anyone with. It was one of those older, scrappier wooden chairs, the kind that would splinter and break upon contact, which it did in my dream. I grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and swung it at him, the back legs connecting with his left arm and torso, knocking him sideways.
These violent urges subsided upon my waking up and feeling guilty about how terrible it was for me to even think such things. However, upon further reflection, I realized it was perhaps not so out of character for me. Continue reading I Like to Break Stuff