Does the devil wear Bluetooth?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m either trying to do a million things at once, or I’m completely zoned out wondering things like how I should rearrange my room, as if I would actually get around to that.

Like today, I did some leisurely shopping, took a nap for about 2 hours when I got back, and woke up and ate a McDonald’s apple pie. But right now I’m simultaneously blogging, IMing, and watching The Devil Wears Prada on DVD. But I’m at my parents’ house, and I like to take laziness liberties here, so I’m giving myself a pass.

Speaking of the Devil, the movie reminds me of my first job post-college. I remember when I would have to “make things happen” for her, too, and get that disappointed tone of voice when I didn’t pull through. She always used to make people in my office cry occasionally with her yelling and was known to throw around the occasional four-letter word. And like the heroine in Devil, I lasted less than a year and sort of went through this period post quitting in which I hated Corporate America and how the underlings at such companies are treated.

Now, I realize that not everyone is like that, and I find it very true that people tend to leave bad managers, not bad jobs. Now that we have new management at work, I’m curious as to whether it will become more Dilbert like. So far, the symptoms are there: Consultants are called in. Your boss calls all day meetings that everyone is required to attend, though only about 25 percent of what’s on the agenda has anything to do with you. You were asked to “look over” a 20-page document and provide input. Your boss walks around with a wireless headpiece stuck to his ear. And he likes to look you in the eye and thank you for your input and says considers the fact that we can wear jeans on Friday as “having a little fun” around the office. Yikes.

Anyway, in all fairness, my boss did give me a Starbucks card that should fuel my morning caffeine jolt for probably the next six months. That was nice. I just hope that all these signs won’t mean I have to start assigning Dilbert nicknames to the people in my office once the consultant’s suggestions start kicking in.

In other news:
Rickie Lee Jones spreads the gospel, of sorts.