I am Alice and here is the rabbit hole

Definition of Bureaucracy:

Being assigned to do a project by the boss. Then being told to fill out a form requesting that the boss approve my already-assigned project. The boss has to get approval from headquarters. My already- submitted form stated that I will be using a headquarters-approved policy document that is found on headquarters' webpage. The boss requesting that I attach an electronic copy of the approved document to my form so that headquarters can approve the use of the already-approved document in the already-assigned project.

All over the place

Back to the princess phenomenon: See how I'm not the only parent to resist, and how totally commercial, contrived and evil it is? And how parents will have to eventually justify the tiaras as some sort of post-feminist reclamation of grrrl power? Oy vey.

Here's my latest in the paper. I'm not all that proud of this one, but whatever. It's published. It's got my name on it. I better get proud.

Many of you that are on Google Talk have seen my away/here message and asked about it. Yes, someone ate my burrito. And yogurt. And healthy choice frozen dinner. There's someone at work that steals food. They've stolen food from me before in my 3 years here, but never this much, all together. I alternate between being royally ticked off to just feeling kind of sad that not only has someone stooped to this level, but that I have to work with that kind of person. Plus, Mrs. Dallas K told me a story about someone who purposefully set out to steal the food from an officemate who they didn't like, just to f#ck with them, so I'm trying not to get paranoid about that.