GPS it is!

Surgery number 2 is fast approaching. I'm trying to do two things to prepare for it: 1. Get Work under control. I'll be gone a month so better make sure that Work can survive without my irreplaceable presence. 2. Get in shape and be well rested. Might as well go into surgery feeling great so that everything goes well and I recover quickly.
Number 1 and 2 don't go well together. Add hormones going all bezerk again and I’m a wreck. My hormone treatment is supposed to be over, so I am probably experiencing an increase in estrogen, which undeniably leads to a state of depression. So as I always do when I’m on an estrogen high, I feel extremely lonely (where is Mr. right?) and I reconsider my entire life and purpose on this good planet Earth. The re-evaluation starts with where I live, followed by where I work. Do I really want to live in Boston? Do I really like my job? Mind starts racing. It doesn’t help that I am in sunny California and that I got an incredible job offer by one of the big athletic shoe brands. When I was a teenager, every 28 days was a new life crisis. At 31, I’ve learned to recognize the evil role of hormones and I know to wait until that time of the month comes and goes.
Gotta love being a woman.
Not only do we have to deal with estrogen, but also we have to dodge offensives from short, middle-aged men at work. Less than a month ago, I was undergoing some severe attacks from the director with whom I originally thought I was playing an e-mail version of Naval Battle. The attacks became more and more frequent and before he sank my entire fleet, I had to call the CEO to my rescue. The whole thing escaladed to the Board and director was severely warned and asked to send me a written apology. I may have won this war, but I’m still waiting on the apology and it left me wondering if women would ever have it easier.

On a happier note, I made my decision on the navigation system vs bike dilemma. I’m going for the navigation system. I'm in L.A.'s unfamiliar turf and thanks to the navigation system I've rented with my Mustang, I haven't gotten lost and I've found a selection of restaurants in the neigborhood by my hotel. It's a life-saver. Do you know that commercial with the guy who falls for his GPS? That’s me right now. (And I must have become gay because my GPS is a she.)

Jean and Marie-o-lait, may I suggest to you guys to get one as well? It’s going to change yalls lives.