An article I read once claimed that grocery stores are arranged in such a way that as you go down the aisle you will be more likely to buy the more expensive items, and make more impulse purchases. They are, it seems, composed in a way to market their wares more productively. But, being so close to halloween, it seems one of our local stores hired a sadist to arrange the aisles. All I wanted was cream cheese.  I roamed the dairy section for fifteen minutes. I even checked behind the chocolate milk. Thinking with an open mind, I investigated the lunch meat section. Walked the deli cooler three times. Finally, like Odysseus landing in Ithaca, I found it, by the salad selection.

When I was told my job could take me to newer and better heights, I did not figure it to be meant literally. But, when I asked for a raise recently, I was handed a ladder, which I was told I had to share. It is after all, a corporate ladder. Honestly, I am beginning to feel stilted. But I don’t let it get me down. I keep reaching, even when it feels like I have struck the ceiling of my potential. Some days I feel as if I have no choice but to walk the plank. But, as they say, it isn’t the fall that’ll kill you, it’s the sudden stop at the bottom.