WanderingAmylessly 2.0

Listening to Pandora this afternoon, I was reminded once again what an amazing treasure Sara Bareilles is as a singer/songwriter. If you get a chance, check her out. This is one example: Between The Lines Time to tell me the truth To burden your mouth for what you say No pieces of paper in the way Cause I can't continue pretending to choose These opposite sides on which we fall The loving you laters if at all No right minds could wrong be this many times My memory is cruel I'm queen of attention to details Defending intentions if he fails Until now, he told me her name It sounded familiar in a way I could have sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand times If only I had been listening I thought I thought I was ready to bleed That we'd move from the shadows on the wall And stand in the center of it all Too late two choices to stay or to leave Mine was so easy to uncover He'd already left with the other So I've learned to listen through silence I tell myself all th

This morning, I received an e-mail from an administrative assistant for our department. She wanted to alert us that cards would be going around the building next week for people to sign regarding Joe Smith (not his real name, for purposes of anonymity and my job security). She said she knew that several people wanted to get cards for him, and so this would be a consolidation of efforts. This e-mail went out to, seriously, hundreds of people. Yet no one replied all to ask the question I certainly was asking: Who is Joe Smith? And why are we giving him cards? Generally, we give cards to people when they are sick, when someone they love has died, when they have a major surgery, when they have a baby, or when they are leaving the company. Usually, when I'm in on an e-mail like that, I have some sort of inkling of who the person in question is and why we're fussing. On this, I was clueless. Apparently so were many of my coworkers. Several of us turned to each other and said, "J