L'aventure américaine

The fun never ends with the Jochim/Pope clan.   How many times have I posted this in the past few years:  In lieu of packing, I'll write a blogpost! Yep.  It is that time again when I load up all of my junk and think, Why do I have so much stuff?? before schlepping it across the country.  Except that in previous instances when I have stated that I am moving across the country, I really meant that I was crossing only about five states.  This time, it's a literal statement as I go from the East Coast to the West Coast.  But, before I start to panic about that, let's recap our last few weeks. Stephanie and my pitch to the VP of Medical Affairs in Klamath Falls went so well that nerve-wracking Tuesday.  A few changes need to be made, but we have an excited crew waiting for us in Klamath Falls.  They will bring us out sometime in June to pitch to the senior administrative team, the entire board of trustees of the hospital, and to the group that dispenses Medi

I know that I have discussed some important issues in this blog and I always have an issue that is of the utmost importance.  (Have you signed our petition at www.refuelourfuture.org ?) But, this is the biggest travesty yet. Shoulder pads are back in style. How did this happen?  Even when asking the sales clerks at the 18 stores in the mall that I went to, I came up with no answer except, "The 80s are back."  What a *&$@# disappointment. You see, next week, I have one of the more important meetings of my career, in which we will make our first pitch to a member of the board of trustees.  I had dreams of a chic skirt, fitted top, and blazer over the outfit, to cap it off.  After the pitch, when we go out to dinner, I could casually take it off and throw it over my shoulder or drape it on the chair.  It would complete the outfit...  complete the pitch...  complete me!  So, I confidently trotted to the mall, ready to spend some money on this blazer that would make m