This is sort of amusing: yesterday, while I ate lunch up on the parking garage roof, I looked down at the insipidly yuppie Wolfgang Puck restaurant. I smirked to myself at the goobs hustling in and out of it, and I imagined them raving over the phenomenal mango-cilantro pate, and the succulent prawn souffle. Today, perhaps feeling a little guilty about laying me off after confusing me for weeks with unclear directions and misleading feedback, my boss offered to take me out to lunch on Thursday, my last day in the office.

“Just tell me where you’d like me to make reservations!” her email chirped.
Naturally, I suggest the Wolfgang Puck restaurant. When else will someone buy me lunch there? I figure I better milk the pity for all it’s worth.

So, I’m back at square one wondering what the hell to do with myself. My big goal right now is figuring out what from Lotus Magazine I enjoyed, and where I can take that. I enjoyed the media aspect of it, of course. But I’m increasingly aware of that the social work aspect is what kept me driven. Yeah, it’s nice to have tens of thousands of people read your words. But it’s also nice to have them touched and inspired by them, not just entertained or informed. Where else can I do that?