I Tried A Blogging Experiment, Let’s See How It Worked
I read somewhere that one way to produce a good blog idea was to just start writing and go for it. Kind of like a stream of consciousness thing? Maybe it would work. I should just write about whatever comes to mind, and see where it takes me.
At the moment, there are a lot of big wigs here. They're all very nice people but it's always intimidating to meet your bosses up in the higher parts of the company, isn't it? I mean, you have your normal boss and now you're meeting THEIR Boss. People in expensive suits, and here I am in my Target pants and station shirt. But again, they all seem nice. And someone brought bagels! You can't go wrong with bagels.
I probably should have done more to "normalize" my office. You can tell within about ten seconds that I'm "Eccentric". Super Mario stuff, toys, lots of decorations, pictures everywhere. But I guess that's me, right? I'm just eccentric in my own little way. I suppose they might as well meet the actual me... although part of me says I should have shown the "normal" me.
We're supposed to have a big meeting later, all of us together. I think it's one of those "pep talk" meetings the company likes to do. It's nice of them to take the time and meet us every now and then. Oh wow, I sound like a suck up, don't I. I don't mean to be!
Oh no, one of them recognized my BTS poster.
There it goes. My nerdery is truly unveiled. Well, I couldn't hide it now if I wanted to. Yes, you have weird DJ, executive person. Although I guess that's kind of par for the course when it comes to on air people, right? Or at least that's the stereotype. I remember watching WKRP in Cincinnati when I was a kid and thought that was the coolest job ever. I even named my fake Cabbage Patch Doll after Jennifer, the receptionist.
My dad told me about some of the stuff I did as a kid, and I learned some more this weekend. For example, we apparently had a dog when I was a kid. He bought a German Shepard, and it ran away. It was named Tippy. I have No Memory of this dog at all. Neither does my sister, in my defense. I also learned that my dad had never tried guacamole before this weekend. New forays in food!
Well, this didn't really go anywhere, did it. I guess I did have a few things to say, but nothing important. I guess that's what a day to day diary blog is like? It could be. I mean, I never REALLY write anything important anyway, right?
I'll let you know if we get a Target, though.