To Be Continued...

I’m still not sure how to react to this whole Boss Lady leaving thing.  I don’t want to think about it, but I have thought of nothing else since yesterday.  I’m not worried for her – she’s a grown-up, and making this decision for whatever reason.  I am worried for me.  I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it.

See, from what I understand, she has had some concerns about the direction the company is taking.  I have to.  But she is perched a whole lot higher than me, and can see the things with a different perspective.  If she is worried enough to leave, I wonder what she is seeing.  

And I really don’t feel particularly secure in my job right now.  Who knows?  I may not have a job after next week.

You know what I need?  I need a man who will let me be a kept woman and finish my novel.  Then of course, he will die a mysterious death, I will inherit his millions, and I’ll be a weird, reclusive writer like JD Salinger, and years after my death, people will speculate about my secretive lifestyle.  Then some enterprising graduate student will find, among the millions of fish hats I knitted over the years, some unknown, unpublished manuscript that will become the toast of the literary world.  A hundred and fifty years from now, instead of saying, “Herman Melville sucks!” millions of high school students, forced to read my work in American literature, will be saying, “Sheryl [insert last name here] sucks!”

I will be immortal.

A girl can dream, right?  Right?