Do you ever get that feeling that you're seven years old again and that some unscrupulous adult is shaming you into obscurity for no good reason other than the fact that he can?

I wrote a rant about how I've felt that way lately at work, but decided not to publish it. I doubt that executives from my company monitor this web page, but information can travel to the most unlikely places. Best not to anger the evil overlords.

It should suffice to say that I think my company's motto should be "Abandon all hope and reason, ye who enter here."

I'll probably get over it, someday.

However, at present, I have little respect for many of our supposed leaders. I'm tired of trying to reason with the unreasonable. I'm tired of smashing my skull against the proverbial glass ceiling. I'm tired of snobs and tyrants and old boys and fluff chicks.

Rock stardom needs to hurry up and arrive so I can leave my miserable corporate slavery behind.

Or, maybe some mysterious reader out there can offer me a dream job. If you have the authority to hire one of the brightest women you'll ever meet (with experience in training, database and web site development, information science, writing/editing, and electrochemistry) into a fabulously rewarding corporate position, e-mail me at pl3k@stratos.net and I'll send you my impressive resume.