Can you spare some change?

In the marketing department, we try to convince people that change is good. More is better. Leave that old slow dial-up behind for faster, better, newer broadband and, oh bytheway, what about wi fi? Are you prepared to go wireless?
If your job has anything to do with technology, you might be more comfortable with the idea of change because change is constant. One upgrade leads to another and so on and so on ad infinitum.
But when you move away from the desk is change as friendly and forward-moving? I feel like I'm clenching my hands and closing my eyes while Fate waves her fickle wand and randomly moves the pieces on my chess board.
My much beloved boss left last Friday. Nancy was a friend too, so I feel bereft on both fronts. It felt like our little department had finally settled into a rhythm. We all dance to different music, but we had achieved harmony sometimes. Will we again? Probably. Just the beat that was Nancy is gone.
In a fit of boldness a couple of weeks ago, I switched pocketbooks. For years I have carried a small purse - some not much bigger than a checkbook. They all had long, thin straps that I could wear comfortable over my shoulder and across my chest. I have very sloped shoulders off which regular bags slide uncomfortably and inconveniently.
Mom and I were in a shop in Lewisburg, W.Va., when I spotted a very light green leather rectangular purse about three times the size of the pocketbook strapped across my chest.
In marketing, this spring onion green is a very hot color. That might be what drew me to it. I am looking at the world through marketing eyes these days.
I bought the purse and Mom bought me the matching wallet.
It is cavernous. Everything from my old purse barely covered the bottom of this bag. I found myself getting frustrated as I groped around trying to find my keys or my sunglasses.
There's a special pocket inside for two cell phones or a cell and a PDA or IPOD or whatever.
I really like the purse, but somehow I feel fake. Like it's a change I didn't really need to make.
Even the Ump noticed the difference. When we left the house the other day he said "Don't forget your lunchbox" pointing at the green purse.
Pretty funny, but I didn't laugh out loud because I still feel unsettled about that damn purse.
And if you think I feel unsettled about that, imagine how I must feel about the whole job issue.
I know everyone says change is good. Maybe. But the best kind of change is an unexpected quarter in the bottom of a cavernous purse.