I noticed it first a few weeks ago. Sitting at my desk, door closed, I looked down at the clock on my computer, noted the time as 3 PM and then sighed while staring at the paper factory that had blown up on top of my desk. Determined to finish within the allotted two hours, I frantically emailed and shook my fist towards the heavens – and by ‘heavens’ I mean gaudy florescent lights that make me look washed out and pale with a skin disease – so I shook my fist toward the sky and questioned why there aren’t more hours in the work day. Not that I have some urge to be at work for more than eight hours, but because the amount of what needs to be completed does not fit into the number of hours given so I spend a lot of time rushing through the day and then it is over. This is all a far cry from oh, five months ago, when 3 PM would roll around and I would curse and swear and possibly kick something under my desk for I was most positive that there was some rift in the space-time continuum that caused time to actually go slower between three and six. Not only that, but I could actually feel my soul being sucked from me on the daily and was convinced that I would die all hollow and vacant looking because my soul was completely gone. The only highlight of this being that despite the boredom and praying that someone would provide me with an IV of ketel one at 3 PM, I believed in what I did and so it was never that bad. Recently, Mrs. Micah and Denise Tanton both asked the following questions of the differences between selling your soul for your job or having your soul sucked for your job, thus giving up your happiness for money: Normally, such choices aren’t that clear. The above examples are good ones (I think) of soul-selling. Suppose, though, that I had a job at an elevator company for years, working as their receptionist. I hated it, it paid good money and benefits. For a few years, that’s soul-sucking. If I work there for 40 years, does it become soul-selling? Or does that just have to do with working for evil people? Is it evil to squash your own dreams and choose a miserable life when you don’t have to but it seems safe? I think it’s at least a very bad thing to do to yourself.

It took awhile, but when the boys had to come up with a campaign for a failing lipstick company, they finally got the idea that maybe it would be helpful to get the women in the office involved. Welcome to agency research circa AMC's Mad Men- the summer TV series about Madison Avenue in the 1960s. The series has just been renewed for a second season.

There’s this debate that has been going on for ages. I’m pretty sure since the book of Genesis or so it seems. A debate in which both sides seem to think that their way is the right way. Nay the only way to do things and those on the opposing side are just lost souls who are obviously illiterate and uncaring. It’s the debate between working moms and non-working moms. Which is the RIGHT decision and therefore the only decision.