I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to smart people.

Posted on October 27, 2008
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Ok, I am now officially terrified.

I hate clichés. I use them only dripping with sarcasm or for comedic effect but today I say in all seriousness…

It’s a small world.  I’ve just realized the effect of global miniaturization, and it’s got me into a whack of trouble that makes my stomach want to find out how my toes are feeling today.  

I will start at the beginning, which makes sense because it would be seriously boring and confusing to start anywhere else and I’m really not into that whole Memento segmented reverse story-telling.

A few months ago I changed jobs and wound up working on a project that included the services of a consultant who comes once a week to torture work with me on the development of the software we are implementing. Let’s call him M.

After several weeks and many conversations, we learned that M’s daughter attends day care with a very good friend of ours, C.

One day a few weeks ago, I went to visit C and bumped into M’s wife, E as she was picking up their daughter. “Lovely lady,” I thought.

Murphy (as in Murphy’s Law – who runs my life with an iron fist) thought “I’ll show you for daring to meet new people!”

I get a phone message from E last week. No explanation, just “Please, call me back.” I did and got the machine… urgh! I’m lame at the best of time but answering machines reduce my IQ to that of a house plant.

I thought perhaps that E wanted ideas for C’s birthday and when I didn’t hear from her the rest of the weekend, figured she didn’t need me anymore.

I was wrong.

She did need me.

…and this brings me back to abject terror.

Side note** I did do sort of a loop in this story didn’t I? So much for starting at the beginning. Memento, eat my dust! **

Today I get another phone call from E. Apparently, she’s a member of the Society of Editors WA and while talking to C one day, found out that I blog and have been blogging for a number of years.

It just so happened that her society is having a meeting next week about blogging and would I mind giving a 20 MINUTE SPEECH on getting drunk and wetting my pants blogging?

Now I, by no means, consider myself an expert on the topic but I have had 10 or so years experience blogging (Yep, even before they had blogging software and websites.) I started with my own web space, creating a “News” page to keep family and friends apprised of the goings-on of our family, then moved to numerous different programs and hosted websites and finally came to rest here at She’ll Be Apples. I’ve even dabbled in paid blogging although that didn’t last long after Google wiped all paid blogs from the blogosphere.

This still doesn’t give me rights to pretend that I know what I’m talking about, hey?

Well I’m going to anyway!! I’ve been taking a course in training and assessment and I need to prepare an hours presentation for that so this should be a snap, right? Nothing like doing humiliation twice.  I may take to hiding in the bathroom with a bottle of vodka snuck in under my hat. That’d loosen my tongue. If I do, I promise I’ll totally take pictures… It could happen!

On the bright side, if I am a complete and utter ass, E is to blame.

After all, she picked me.  Fair warning, E…     

 

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2 Responses to “I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to smart people.”

  1. Simone on October 27th, 2008 8:14 pm

    oh wow, cool! Good luck, you’ll be great! :D

  2. Christina on October 27th, 2008 9:44 pm

    Thanks for the vote of confidence, Simone! I’ll do what I can! :D

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