efozzie

adj. + noun
1 : Opposed by fate / ill-fated to have lunch
2 : A reference to those who want to have lunch together, but through a series of unfortunate events, do not end up having lunch together, and, thus, fight against (or cross) their fate, which is written in the stars

This must be a common occurrence in the non-profit sector!

Anne: Hey let's have lunch tomorrow at 12:30.
Rey: Sure!

[Next day]

Rey: I can't have lunch today. I have a phone conference, and then I have to run an errand.
Anne: That's the third time we've scheduled and unscheduled our lunch! I guess it wasn't meant to be.
Rey: We must be star-crossed lunchers...

Did I tell you that I have an assistant now? I must be movin' on up in the world. Now I have a supervisee, Alison, our new Incubator Program Assistant. This is a brand new position that I have been advocating for all year long, and finally my wish has come true, and she has been a delight.

One of her duties is to observe and chronicle a brand new incubated business, Sweet Stop, as they are learning the ropes of entrepreneurship. You can read about their entrepreneurial journey at the Sweet Stop blog (click me!)

For those of you who have no clue what I do for a living (you're probably thinking what the hell is an Incubator Manager?!?!), reading the blog would be a great way to see, not only the young entrepreneurs I work with, but the Youth Business Incubator program that I am shaping.

Enough said.
God sent me a sign at Kilowatt (a bar in the Mission) via a Rolling Stones song.

I was informed that I needed to trade in my Nevada drivers license for a more modern California one. Actually I was supposed to do this 10 days after moving to California, but seeing as it's been over a year and ten days, I'm a little late.

But I'm FINALLY a real life Californian after taking the written test at the DMV (I only missed 3!). You don't know how long I've been wanting a CA drivers license. I've never had one of these, even when I did live in California--for many reasons, one being immigration-related, damn you Homeland Security! Thus, it has always been an object of my desire.

I feel at home now.