Crumble crumble to the ground...

Our stock market prices continue to fall despite the media's announcement of a 700 billion dollar government bailout on Wall Street. It seems the attitude there is still positive though, even while Mr. Dow Jones goes on a diet. Because fear is the presiding emotion, investors are making snap decisions with primarily their best interest in mind. Who will deliver the goods and how will it get split up?

Hundreds of billions of dollars is a lot of money. Who has the ability to oversee an operation like this? Not only that but what implications will arise with a 700 billion dollar governmental rescue mission? Becuase this is a huge operation I have no control over, and the result will have substantial consequence on my livelihood, I’m scared.

Perhaps the most startling aspect in the latest collapse of Wall Street is that reputable financial analysts’ have only mustered a murky digestion of the various erroneous transpondencies that occurred within the banks.

And the thing is; there isn’t enough time to do a full investigation before reactionary decisions are made! In this volatile economy every minute counts. What's resulting is a blind sprint to a unknown finish line. With haste comes lack of attention to detail.

Is throwing billions of government dollars at this problem really going to fix it -- or will it be just a temporarily bandage. Remember when the Bush administration injected that proposed lucrative booster shot into the consumer’s wallet earlier this year? Did that actually work at all?

or even a little bit...

While I appreciate our government’s enthusiasm and commitment, I sincerely hope employees at the Securities and Exchange Commission aren’t taking their lunch breaks!

changing it up

I’ve increasingly become aware that I am a creature of comfort.

Though I love spontaneity and random acts of adventure, I’m a person that relies on baseline day-to-day regularity as my epoxy. I’m a habit forming, native clenching person that wants his core Monday-Friday this week to be analogous to next week’s.

When a change in pattern occurs, no matter how much time is given to prepare for the transition, my auto-response is to composedly sedate myself. Aiming to project demure poise, I cast a cool shadow on my surroundings while internally scheming how to extricate myself from these off-kilter feelings.

I, like anyone, plant meaningful roots in my relationships. When a person is uprooted from my life, it feels like a part of me withers and droops, shrivels and dies.

I bring this all up becuase my best friend at work has now quit and, god bless her, is on to bigger and better things. but through all her positive upward movement I'm left at the office taking up her tasks and feeling alone, acting reclusive and unsure of choices to make.

Though her departure has left me with some grievances, its obvious our once common rapport will morph into a more meaningful friendship filled with social dates and cocktail parties. Once that connector bridge is built between coworker and friend, everything should be all set.

An alteration to regularity is like a splash of cold water on exposed skin; it’s a shock which has prompted me to be more self-reliant and withdrawn with all this much-to-do. Given the time, I don’t see why I can’t rekindle the vivacity of which I’m accustomed to.

Who couldn’t be a creature of comfort? Cutting myself some slack, I think I’ll pine for consistency until I find it.