I got the greatest message today out of the blue from a "followaaaah." He said that he was sad my blog is gone because what will he read at work now? I explained to him why I put stronger privacy settings up and added him to the reader list.
The last thing I intended when I stopped writing on this blog with any regularity was to deny anyone a reason to be less productive at work. My bad.
Obviously I have not been blogging, but I do have a blog-related story to tell you. A long time ago I wrote a letter to a fellow-blogger who was trying her hand at giving advice. She answered my question in a video blog which you can see HERE. Go watch it and then come back.
Funny lady, that Hobo Siren, right? So then I wrote a blog post about it. Read that HERE, and then come back. I love screen shots of videos. We all make so many funny faces if you just watch videos in milliseconds.
I was telling this story to a friend of mine just two weeks ago because I admitted that I don't really care enough about new people to learn their names so I told her the story of Wet Head, and I directed her to the video blog answer which she thought was hilarious. Before that I hadn't thought about Wet Head in years.
But just yesterday at the grocery store I SAW WET HEAD! I had to smile at the mere coincidence of it all. But that isn't even the best part. Yesterday, November 15, 2015, I actually learned Wet Head's name. It's Anne. She's a cashier and another cashier said, "Hey Anne, are there any more apple boxes over there?" I almost screamed, "ANNE! ANNE! WET HEAD'S NAME IS ANNE! WAHOOOOO!!!!" But I didn't.
I immediately texted my friend and told her that I finally learned Wet Head's name. Her response? "I didn't realize that you never actually eventually learned her name." Good point. That fact speaks volumes about what a jerk I am. Thanks, What's-Your-Face, for making me feel like it's 100% my fault for not eventually learning Anne's/Wet Head's name after working with her for five years. It takes two to tango and Wet Head was a good dance partner.
Oh, and BTW, yes, Wet Head's hair was dripping wet. Like I'm supposed to remember "Anne" when I'm looking at a person whose hair is still dripping wet at two o'clock in the afternoon.
(There, J, with links and videos and everything. This post might kill about 15 whole minutes!)
The last thing I intended when I stopped writing on this blog with any regularity was to deny anyone a reason to be less productive at work. My bad.
Obviously I have not been blogging, but I do have a blog-related story to tell you. A long time ago I wrote a letter to a fellow-blogger who was trying her hand at giving advice. She answered my question in a video blog which you can see HERE. Go watch it and then come back.
Funny lady, that Hobo Siren, right? So then I wrote a blog post about it. Read that HERE, and then come back. I love screen shots of videos. We all make so many funny faces if you just watch videos in milliseconds.
I was telling this story to a friend of mine just two weeks ago because I admitted that I don't really care enough about new people to learn their names so I told her the story of Wet Head, and I directed her to the video blog answer which she thought was hilarious. Before that I hadn't thought about Wet Head in years.
But just yesterday at the grocery store I SAW WET HEAD! I had to smile at the mere coincidence of it all. But that isn't even the best part. Yesterday, November 15, 2015, I actually learned Wet Head's name. It's Anne. She's a cashier and another cashier said, "Hey Anne, are there any more apple boxes over there?" I almost screamed, "ANNE! ANNE! WET HEAD'S NAME IS ANNE! WAHOOOOO!!!!" But I didn't.
I immediately texted my friend and told her that I finally learned Wet Head's name. Her response? "I didn't realize that you never actually eventually learned her name." Good point. That fact speaks volumes about what a jerk I am. Thanks, What's-Your-Face, for making me feel like it's 100% my fault for not eventually learning Anne's/Wet Head's name after working with her for five years. It takes two to tango and Wet Head was a good dance partner.
Oh, and BTW, yes, Wet Head's hair was dripping wet. Like I'm supposed to remember "Anne" when I'm looking at a person whose hair is still dripping wet at two o'clock in the afternoon.
(There, J, with links and videos and everything. This post might kill about 15 whole minutes!)
Hahahah so glad to be reading this! I can finally sleep at night knowing that wet heads name is anne. And this totally killed like 15 minutes so thanks!! :)
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