Scholarly

This came up during conversation today and it's always amused me, so I thought I'd share. (The fact that it does amuse me is probably a sign of just how twisted I am, but oh well.)

In grade school, I used to skip recess to shelve books in the library.

Why?

Impetus

So in my eternal quest to keep "The Man" happy (a.k.a. remain gainfully employed), I'm sometimes (regularly) asked to do things I don't really like. What kinds of things, you may ask? (Or more likely not, but you've read this far, don't stop now!) Well, I work in marketing, so my job is to find ways to invade your life and convince you it would be better if you picked XYZ. In my case, XYZ is a financial related product.

Who likes thinking about this kind of financial stuff?

No one.

I'm not into the sexy financial stuff like stocks, I'm into the stuff where people cringe and back away slowly when you mention it.

So my job is to sell you something that you probably need but don't want to think about.

Neophyte

I hate first posts. It's like admitting your inexperience and saying, "Look at me! I have no idea what I'm doing."

On the other hand, maybe by admitting you're clueless people will judge you less harshly. Then again, probably not.

And to top it all off, does the concept of writing your life story and publishing it for an anonymous world to read strike anyone else as very strange? And rather egotistic? Not that that's stopping me or anything... :o)