100 days, 100 nights

Tomorrow I'm going to lay claim to some Cherry Red Espadrilles. Something about the color excites me. It's a wonderful substitute for the Python slingbacks I refuse to afford. I think of all the people on Kiva whom could prosper with a micro-loan worth 1/100th of the Slingbacks retail price and I shudder. Cherry Red Espadrilles, not so much shuddering. I can write it off as "self-nurturing." As Tara Lake told me once while we were fighting over a pink linen skirt at TJ Maxx - "Coogi-shop-aliya" determine your own retail future (or price Heh Heh Heh).

This month I skived work and checked out the King Tut exhibit. It was intriguing and I lingered like all hell over the jewelry. In a coincidence of fortune, LV has a collection of semi-precious stone jewelry that harkens to some of the lighter pieces from Tutankhamen's grave. Fortuitous? I think so.

It's been nearly one hundred days since last I wrote. I've been talking a lot, talking is a wonderfully dishonest method of communication. All of the noise blocks out the uncomfortable truths we wrestle with in our sleep.

My uncomfortable truths are piling up fast and hard. Ignorance really is bliss. I spent the past two years of my life walking on sunshine, singing Bananarama, and generally feeling at peace with the world. I miss those halcyon days.

I've been thinking about several career changes. It's Camille - I don't do static for any reason. The brain does not shut off. I suppose, more accurately, I'm thinking of expanding my career interests. Simultaneously expanding and narrowing. Entering new fields, but focusing on small areas within the new fields. It feels good to type that out loud.

I'm also a bit disappointed that my call center in Pakistan is having a lot of problems. Our call volume is largely to blame, but that means I'll have to start shopping call centers again, training management, and go through all the trial and error again. I prefer to the believe the first time is the worst so I may as well get on with it.

Well, I'll try to contribute with greater regularity, though I must warn, I'm not always pleasant.