I am so ticked off at myself! I stayed late at work to get a couple proposals finished (I still have a ton more to go) with the intention of wrapping up at 6:20 to catch the 6:28 train. I glanced at the clock and it read 6:20– I hurriedly added the finishing touches to the email I was working on and clicked send. I then started to exit the programs that were open and finally I turned off the computer. The clock now read 6:27. UGH! NOoooooo! How did that happen? The next train isn’t until 7:17! That means I won’t get home until 8:30! And tomorrow I have to go to Manhattan which entails waking up at 5 and not getting home until 7. How did I get here? Why am I not married with children and a nice house with a white picket fence, wearing a cute little shirtwaist dress as I watch the children play in the backyard through the kitchen window where I am preparing a home-cooked meal for my handsome husband, Dr. Alex Stone? Instead I sit here in this sterile skyscraper, staring at a computer screen worrying I have infected my eyes with Acanthamoeba keratitis via my not so sterile eye solution. I tell you, the Barbie I played with NEVER made cold calls or wrote proposals. She never went on business meetings or wore contact lenses. On the other hand, she would bend her legs up to her ears, stick her butt on an ink pad and give butt prints to her fans… Star Wars action figures. It’s a good thing I am not like my old Barbie doll. I don’t know where I would find a piece of paper big enough.