We have decided that my boss is going through some kind of mid-life crisis that involves being a control freak, wanting the stupid yellow hummer and coloring her hair in shades that are both ridiculous and unflattering. God, I hope that doesn’t happen to me. By the time I am closing in on 50, I hope that I don’t feel like I have to try so damn hard to be young. I guess I hope I have what I want now—confidence and comfort in my own skin. I hope I am more magnanimous than I am now because I get disgusted with my own stinginess, impatience and childishness. I need to really practice on the magnanimity thing. I suppose I should start with my boss.

I don’t want to go to karate class tonight. I think I got overloaded on it last weekend. I don’t think I will ever be a black belt. I enjoy karate and in some ways, it has saved me. I sometimes have the feeling that a person’s identity could be swallowed up by it, though and I don’t want that.

So, I got some more confirmation that I would be good at the drug rep thing. Miss Kitty’s coworker said that in the offices she has worked in, they have always favored drug reps who brought them homemade treats. I am very good at the homemade treat making business. When I get the job, the first major purchase I will make will be a Kitchen Aid mixer!

Miss Kitty’s coworker also had some amusing stories about her sons. Her younger son who is about 14 years old with charm well beyond his years informed his mother that he had been going at it with Jill and felt a sharp pain in his neck right before it, you know IT, happened. Well, the coworker was freaked out about the fact that her young son was telling her about doing it with some girl named Jill and who was Jill? Her son explained it to her by telling her to look at the back of her right hand and form the letter J with her thumb and index finger. Oh. She asked around about his concern and everyone just told her to tell him that he was doing it wrong. I’m not sure what part of this story I find most amusing. I hope I can keep myself from asking the kid next time I see him about how he and Jill are getting along.

Well, I guess that’s all for now.

Love to all.