Da Luv Guru

I was outrageously busy today. Monday’s are always busy for me but today was especially busy. Last day of the month, last day of the quarter, last day before my departmental newsletter is to be distributed. Didn’t you know? I’m a big player in media now. Not only do I run this tremendous website, filled to overflowing with stuff to read and do, but I also am editor, publisher, and staff writer of the quarterly newsletter for the Marketing Department. Yeah, through some bizarre twist of fate, I now report to the Director of Community Marketing. My job hasn’t changed but we’ve moved. And my boss, and friend, got a well deserved promotion. And a job title. She didn’t have one before. It’s insane but, from what I understand, not uncommon. I’ve got another project in the works with my buddy, Erin. She a wack-job and I love her dearly. I imagine she’ll be getting herself a new job soon. And, as much as I’ll miss her, she really needs one. She’s another one of those dang social workers. If you’ve been following my posts from Diginomicon to C-Spot Too over at blogspot to here, you know that social workers have a place in my heart. I don’t seek them out but there must be something about the personalities of those who take up the emotionally demanding career of the social worker. The people I connect with the most are all social workers. Janet, Teri, Erin, Katie, Dana, Dana, Mike – all social workers. If my wife hadn’t been too into making money and then into computers, she’d be a social worker, too. Yeah, I know I’ve got two Danas in there. My dear, sweet Dana H, whom I miss and love and think about all the time and Dana L who is also very sweet. Unless you catch her on a day when she’s been hung up on a lot or I’ve bugged the crap out of her. Hey, it’s not my fault she doesn’t have caller ID and, when I’m in a good mood, I’m compelled to make someone’s life miserable by tormenting them. If I had other friends without caller ID, I’d call and hang up on them instead. But I don’t. It’s the price to be paid for my friendship. Well, that and the Jelly Belly rejects she used to bring me on a regular basis. 

Anyway, the point is that I love me some social workers. They are, by definition, good people who care about helping people who have it worse than they do. They seem to be able to understand that there is something horribly wrong with the economic and governmental systems we live under and do their best to help others to get what they can from these systems. I find them to be so much more dedicated to helping others than I could ever be. I admire them and wish I could be as good of a person as they tend to be. Hail Social Workers! Yep, that’s the point. 
Wait, the point actually was that I love Erin. And that brings me to the other mediaesque venture that Erin and I are embarking on. A love/relationship podcast. Video podcast. Because I’m not quite sure how to do just an audio one when I’ve got a camera and microphone right here on my laptop. Just to show my level of devotion to this doomed project, I secured a gmail account for the show. That’s right, all you have to do to get your relationship or romantic or just plain sleazy questions answered is send an email to DaLuvGuru at gmail dot com.  That’s right, you could be part of history in the making. Or we could just laugh at you and your question. Either way, isn’t it worth it? Huh? Isn’t it? It should be fun. By the way, I was too busy to do a shuffle today. If you do a shuffle, please feel free to post it here. You can do it as a comment to an existing shuffle or send it to me and I’ll post it as a guest blog post. My friend Tim was going to do a guest post ranting about the ridiculousness of fanny packs but I’ve not seen it yet. He’s as bad as me when it comes to follow through. But he’s funny as can be, so I let it slide.  



Until next time, I steal a line my brother stole from someone else – Barack me Obamadeus!

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