Down & Out in Beverly Hills 90212...

I love my job but...As I lay meditating in the steam room of my very upscale gym in Beverly Hills, I was reminded that Monday was just on the horizon. I love my job, but I always considered myself a career woman rather than a chick with a job. Who was it that said anything you do for more than 21 days becomes a habit.

That's what I feel my work has become; part of a daily ritual - a habit. I want a career not a job. I want to drive to my office, say hello to my assistant, delegate a bevy of tasks and check items off my to do list. I want to lunch at Noon on Robertson, meet my girls for an afternoon movie during the week, shop when the stores first open. I want to be the first person to mess up the sweaters or dishevel the nicely folded jeans in Barney's then meet the girls upstairs at Green Grass for an espresso and famous lox platter.

Instead, my weekdays are a series of habits that I'm beginning to really dislike. Starting with swiping my parking card to enter the parking garage, searching for the most desirable (unassigned parking spot), pressing the elevator call button, riding up to the Penthouse suite while taking note of a slew of random 9-5'ers enter and exit various floors en route and finally walking directly to the kitchen (before stopping at my cubicle to drop my load) to top off my Starbucks coffee I bought at my regular spot a mere 30 minutes earlier.