Jack Attack: The Art of Aggression in Business

I spend 40 hours of my week here at work, so since I'm on a roll I am going to make some career-specific resolutions.


I resolve to:

• Be more confident, Jack Donaghy style.

• Find a comfortable desk chair. This has long been my biggest gripe with my otherwise stellar employer and if I had ample back support I'd be (even more!) cheerful and productive. I tried sitting on a yoga ball for awhile, but it lost air too quickly and pumping it up was disruptive. I'm waiting on my new desk chair to arrive but if that doesn't pass muster I shall spare no expense and provide myself with a pleasurable sitting experience.

• Witness a kitty fight. Our new building looks out over an empty lot and I often see stray cats roaming around. I'd love to see an adorable cat fight, or maybe even just a cat caucus. I realize that this is beyond my control, but I shall be diligent in monitoring their goings-on.

A drama-free '09

Making New Year's resolutions is kind of unoriginal, but I still love doing it. It's an excuse to flesh out some goals, reassess one's life and strive for positive change.

My general resolution is to make 2009 more awesome than 2008, which won't be too difficult because 2008 ended in a very un-awesome fashion. My specific resolutions are as follows:

• Run! I started running last week and put myself on a training schedule of sorts so as not to give up out of boredom. I plan on running Chicago's half marathon in September with a friend (or at least the 5K). Posting these goals here will shame me into actually completing it or at least not giving up until September.
  
  
• Try something new as often as possible and at least once a week. Big new things are preferable, but even minor changes like driving a new route to work or trying a new restaurant are acceptable. I might list my new things here for accountability and more of the shame factor.

Group activity: Post your resolutions in the comments section, or tell me why you think making resolutions is lame.

Open Letter to My Next-Door Neighbor

Dear Right-Side Neighbor,

Look, man, I don't know what it's like on the West Side, but here on the East Side we do not accuse our neighbors of stealing. I'm sorry that someone snagged your Nascar memorabilia or extra-hold hair gel, but that does not give you license to inspect my packages to make sure that they are in fact addressed to me.

If only there were some sort of tracking system or way to confirm delivery. As soon as they invent something of the sort maybe you'll stop giving me the side-eye.

Regards,

Your Left-Side Neighbor

Oh clementine

I wasn't planning on buying clemmies when I set out on my weekly grocery shopping trip -- not that I was opposed, per se-- but I couldn't NOT buy these.



It's like they were marketed specifically to me. So cute.