Tangled in a World Wide Web

I am not naive. I know how the real world works; I just never lowered myself to that standard. I guess I have come, once again, to that crossroad, the time to make a decision about myself, my work and my ethics.  This is not hard for me. I am forty years old and never once have I wavered on certain things. I do not go to work to be popular, and ambition is a younger man's game. I try to stay within the guidelines of the company I work for - which can be hard when they are ever-changing. I do not brown-nose or suck up. I speak my mind no matter who it offends. I do not say anything privately that I would not say publicly and most importantly. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. One of the lowest forms of life has two faces. It is the most vile and disgusting creature that slithers across the planet. It is not very smart but it is cunning. It has long been my belief that these filthy critters were ephemeral, flitting in and out of the periphery of life and finally dying slow and...

RESOLUTION Some years ago, when I felt a need to change who I am/was, I used to make a short list of resolutions at the beginning of each year. It was the usual. And just as predictably, I rarely made it to St Patrick's Day. Even when I quit smoking, it never had anything to do with a new year.  I haven't found anything I needed or wanted to change bad enough to even make the feeble attempt for quite a few years. Or maybe I just haven't cared. I certainly gave up a long time ago trying to change to suit others.  But, I was thinking the other day, if I wanted to change something or make a resolution to change something, what might I choose. Well, I'm forty, single, a little overweight and stuck in a job with no promise. I suppose there's room for a couple of resolutions. I could definitely stand to lose 10-15 pounds. (ok, maybe 20) I could stand to have a job where it would not be so easy to replace me with a monkey. (Need to send out more resumés) I could most defin...