So talk turns, as often does, to my blog. Scenario in my head: “I read your blog, and you are, like, frickin’ brilliant. How do you do it, day after day after day, the wow-factor you possess, and the high caliber of writing? You are a genius, and everything you write is yet another example of your literary prowess. The agents and publishers must be beating down your door to get you to sign with them!” Reality check: “You write a blog?” (unstifled yawn, accompanied by severe follow-up yawn) “Uh, oh geesh, it’s time for me to schedule my annual PAP smear, gotta run. Maybe we can catch up never?”
A person at the New Better-Paying Top-Secret Job corners me.
“I have very important and influential stuff for you to do, this could directly further your career and help you in general, especially since you broke (insert name of ultra-expensive specialized equipment here) recently. It would be your opportunity to redeem yourself. Are you interested, Duchess MOV? Because you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BLOG ABOUT THIS.”
What is his problem, and how does he even know I have a blog in the first place?
Then he goes on to tell me all about the scope of this project I can be in charge of, and how I will most likely get a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge raise if I do it, and how the last person could not handle the pressure of it and was ultimately fired.
I feel like saying: NO.
But I say YES. Yes I will do it, and no (maybe?) I will not blog about it. Promise.
(It’s okay, Co-Worker, no one reads my blog anyway.)