I don't hate my job, but that's all it is - a job. This is not my life. This is not my career, my reason for being. This is an act. That's all it is. This is a test to see how far I can push the limits of office protocol and acceptability. The only reason I come here every day is because it's easy. It's easy and it makes me laugh. At myself. At my coworkers. At technology. At arrogance. At senility.

I chronicle some of this online. Some here, some in my other diary. I learn from some of it. I am humbled by some of it. My ego is boosted by some of it, but this - the sensible shoes, the muted colors, the quiet demeanor - this is not me. It is not who I am.

I am the girl who's spending Valentine's night in my underwear at a movie theater. *wink*