I Don't Know What to Do with My Life

I'm desperately trying to figure out what's next in my life as my boss is moving to Colorado. Do I: a) stay here and run the Rochester office or b) accept the fact that 10 years is a long run and move on? If the answer is b), the next question is: move on to what?

Thank God I have a customized CareerBuilder feed to help me answer these life-altering questions and point me in the right direction.

Death Bear

Today's NYT "Modern Love" column contained a great story about a dude named Death Bear who will come to your home (assuming you live in Brooklyn or thereabouts) and "remove painful reminders of your past and give you the chance to start fresh in 2010."

I want to be Death Bear! Imagine the strange encounters he's experiencing daily under that giant, furry suit. Anonymous. Nameless. Faceless. (Unless masks and pseudonyms count.)

Imagine the stuff he's collecting.

Imagine the book he'll be able to write.

Imagine the satisfaction he must feel helping people move on.
 

My Marriott Awaits

From the Marriott Aruba last week to the Marriott Oakland City Center this week. Somehow methinks it'll be a vastly different experience. Beach vs. conference room. Game room vs. LCD with PowerPoint. Carefree vs. angst-riddled. Playing tag in the pool vs. facilitating a meeting.

Just writing that word, facilitating, makes me want to groan. It sounds dreadful. One of these things is not like the others: swimming, napping, reading, relaxing, laughing, facilitating. Sounds more like gestating or ovulating. In this case, birthing some new business processes.

In other news, my TripAdvisor review of Aruba property has already been posted.

I think it would be fun to be a hotel secret shopper. Maybe in my next life. But for now, baby I was born to facilitate.