Pennies and dimes

If I could have my pickOf what I’d have for change It wouldn’t be pennies and dimesBut a world that is differentIf I could have a sayIn things that should be alteredIt wouldn’t be pennies and dimes But a world that is changedIf I could try my handAt making new things happen It wouldn’t be

What was your name again?

To all those folk who ever doubted me – or might ever doubt you: So I would never get nowhere?Said I would never find my place Told me I would be forgottenWaitWhat was your name again?  So I wasn’t ever good enough?Said I didn’t amount to much Told me I wasn’t all that specialWaitWhat was

Points for humanity

I was always taught that when you cross someone on the street — you greet them. Growing up in a teeny tiny town (+-3000 inhabitants) in what is already considered an outregion…that’s just how things were. Basic deceny. Not greeting a person was actually actively corrected. I lost the skill when I moved cities to

Sucker for an audience.

I love watching and commenting on things. Snippy, witty (or snide) remarks followed by random factoids or weird additions. Silly observations or judgments clad in (dark) humor and wrapped in ‘oh but I’m a girl so that obviously wasn’t meant TOO mean‘. Whether it’s a sportsgame or people passing by while perched on a safe

Friends in strange places

The company I work at has an intriguing population of employees that vary from young and spunky worldchangers to experienced and high-skilled field-experts (that are often a bit on the agey side). And naturally, the higher up you progress in the company, the greyer the heads get (with exceptions, of course). I suppose that that’s