Tired Old Corporate Whore and A New George Michael CD!

Ok --- my last post confused everyone and looking back at it, I guess it doesn't make much sense. And to those of you who asked, no --- I was not trying to be funny. I was trying to draw an analogy to the way I felt about myself after leaving work yesterday. With each passing day I am having to hide more of myself and support policies that I don't really care for/agree with or like --- but it is my job to push them thru and reprimand if an employee isn't pleased. Long story short, I felt degraded and that I was being judged not on the terms I like to be considered, but on terms that just seem to private pour moi. Anyway, sorry for any confusion --- today is a new day and I am feeling quite optimistic that I will not feel like a total corporate slut.

My day also got off to a great start by listening to the new George Michael CD, PATIENCE. Am only 6 songs into it, but I really like it and would suggest that everyone rush out a pick up a copy! It is an import, but can be had for as low as $20.00.

Ok --- time to get to work! ...but first -- here is a cute little story that found its way to me this morning:

MAYONNAISE JAR (and the beer)

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar........and the beer.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front
of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He
then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open
areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar
was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of
course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar
was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the
empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you
to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are
the important things -- your family, your children, your health,
your friends, and your passions, things that if everything else was lost
and only they remained, your life would still be full."

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the
things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with
your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to
dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and
fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really
matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked," he said. "It just goes to show
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a
couple of beers."