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.Â 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.Â The people I connect withÂ the most are all social workers. Janet, Teri, Erin, Katie, Dana, Dana, MikeÂ – 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.Â
Until next time, IÂ steal a line my brother stole from someone else – Barack me Obamadeus!