you could argue that my livelihood is dry.

in fact, you'd find it hard to find someone with whom to argue this.

the dryness of my workday goes beyond conference calls and powerpoint presentations. it excels far past cubicles, employee potlucks, abusive amounts of office policy signage, id badges, lanyards, conference travel, administrative roadblocks and paper trails. NO one thinks that health care is sexy, and if they do, they're either without good conscience or running for public office.

when i fall into cubicle surreality of silence and monitored web surfing, i have to remind myself of how i got here and that this is all part of "the bigger picture." but it just occurred to me that aside from the policy meetings and agendas and minutes and strategy groups, the no music policy in the office and the gray maze of partitions renders my workday effectively colorless and without art.

the best part of my workday lately is when i find typos in committee emails or reading an article about certain professional societies declaring professional war on our charge.

i think to myself, this is the root of corporate aggressiveness: complete lack of aesthetic stimulation. to its credit, though, i have decided that neutral colors are not welcome in my home.

merry christmas, beige - today, you die.