Jellyfish

I am zapped. Long, early start this morning with an event in Long Beach. Slipped a little bit in my new boots and now my bad ankle is swollen. Crazy rest of the day in the office as the bosses are getting ready to take off the next two days to do an executive powwow off site. P-a-r-t-a-y!!! Just kidding. I can’t even try to do that with the amount of stuff I have to catch up on since this morning event took over my life this past week. Treated myself to a “Chinese Reflexology Massage” at Red Persimmon, a...
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Dream Big

Someone in the office asked me what I want to be when I grow up. “Millionaire rock star philanthropist,” I said. He paused. “So you want to be Bono?” “Not with that much talent or the coolness. But, yes.” He nodded and walked away. It’s pretty interesting to see how people react to that question and answer. I have heard people get totally stumped when asked the question, and then people who has the simplest answer. Like, “Rich” or “Famous”. Most people look at me funny when I told them about my ultimate goal. Does anybody actually have a goal...
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A gray embrace

I wish I could show you the picture, but it’s really hard to try to take a picture of the side of your own head where gray hair has began its invasion.  After a few close brushes of permanently twisting my body in a improbable angle; and falling off the vanity and breaking my neck, y’all would just have to use your own imagination on this one. Besides, the gray army is a little camera shy.  It’s tricky to capture a few silver strands among a sea of shiny black, I tell ya. I have about 3-5 strands of silver...
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The gatekeepers

Last night at 410 Boyd, my drinking buddy Big Papi talked about life as a minority at an Ivy league university and in the mainly old white dudes law practices. He said that he actually appreciates the fact that other people underestimate him. “They think I’m lazy or stupid or something else. So I work harder. And when it’s my time to shine, those fools won’t even know what hit them,” he said. “The Art of War,” I added. “Damn straight!” He put ’em up and we high-fived. Same thing applies to the administrative professionals. Some people think of them...
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