Entries from August 2006 ↓

Heel

Yesterday was one of those days where it was hard to get moving. I felt out of sorts, like something was missing. It wasn’t the heat. I completely forgot about my stepdaughter’s riding lesson. She never said a word. She didn’t get ready.

Late in the evening, while visiting my mother, I realized what day it was and that I had forgotten the lesson completely.

I think my stepdaughter had spaced it as well and didn’t want to admit it.

I still feel badly.

The Interview Aftermath

She wasn’t an axe wielding maniac and there was no carnage. . .externally.

Internally, it felt like a train wreck. I did not care for the experience. I was incredibly uncomfortable and the further the interview went the more difficult it became. I think I expected the interview to be along the lines of a structured conversation and less like an oral exam. I tried to answer the questions, but while a lot of words came out, I’m sure I sounded like a moron. I guess at this point the best I can hope for is to have said nothing remotely interesting. Dan, you gave some fantastic advice, as did Windviel. I truly wish I’d had the chance to read it before the interview. Had I known it wasn’t important to answer all the questions I probably would have said that many were irrelevant to my experience and probably would have felt less unsure of myself. I’ll chalk it up to a learning experience.

Like you, Vera, I wasn’t entirely thrilled. The journalist seemed nice enough, I just had a hard time with it. Many of the questions felt as though they were an entire topic unto themselves, I felt a lot of pressure to have concise answers. The whole experience just reenforced the feeling of being a lousy speaker.

I blog because here I can speak clearly. I can take my time and know the words I’ve chosen are right. I can mull questions over and most importantly I can, not that I always do, but I can proofread. It is in this format that I feel the most comfortable.

Today

Today I’m meeting with a reporter from The Post & Courier. She’s doing an article on “blogging.” The subject of the interview seems a little vague, but a friend assures me it’s because she doesn’t have enough information to pinpoint the direction her article will take.

Who wants to take bets on how quickly I can put my foot in my mouth? Five minutes? Ten? Regardless of how it goes, I felt the situation warranted a sitter and I get to escape for a couple of hours. That’s worth public humiliation, right? We’re meeting in neutral territory, just in case she’s pretending to be a reporter and is actually an axe wielding psychopath who lures victims with their own narcissim.

This one is for the ladies

I figured I’d include a warning for the guys. This post contains references to feminine products, nothing worse than that.

I have a habit of shopping at the discount store, where the packaging is often bilingual; sometimes the results are amusing. Yesterday, I was in a rush and had all three kids with me. For those who have not experienced this particular joy in life, it certainly cuts down on one’s ability to closely examine labels.

As it turns out, Kotex either has a marketing genuis or a moron working for their company. I purchased what I thought was the economy box of pads. Of course it couldn’t be that simple. No, instead of extra pads the box contained a travel pack of Kleenex. I’m not sure if it’s because most women use pads at some point and may not have experienced the joy that is Kleenex or if perhaps they sought to comfort me at potentially my weepiest moments.

I haven’t decided whether I find the whole idea amusing or insulting.