Not With a Bang, But a Stripey Sock
Monday, November 30th, 2009Some monkeys are never satisfied…
I am two hours into an eternal conference call about sales cycles (or is it core messaging? I am no surer now than when we began), spending the final day of nablopomo with voices in my ear nattering on about core functionalities, key takeaways, and various dependencies and deliverables.*
If I felt a little more studly, I’d sum up this month with monkeys and minstrels. But all I have for you today is the lessons learned from Birthday 09. My natal takeaway, if you will.
Now, I don’t have to tell you that when you’re facing an upcoming event-with-presents, you should make no sudden moves that could dampen the celebration (or jeopardize the gift stream). So, no break-ups, no family quarrels, no laying it on the line with friends. I mean, DUH, this is obvious to even the tiniest child.
But here’s another trick I’ve now learned the hard way. Come birthday time, you should probably avoid blogging about how you want nothing and need nothing, and how your loved ones probably need nothing, as well.**
Such dangerous blather*** has consequences, which, in my case, included a total gift haul of three pairs of stripey socks.
(Well, two stripeys and one argyle.)****
*All I know is, I’m better at self-critical than mission-critical.
**As it turns out, they want many somethings.
***Meant only in a love-filled spirit-over-stuff sort of way, of course. Also, that post was about christmas, people. GAH. This would never have happened if I’d been a spring or summer baby, but I had to go and get born in the rump of the year, me and dumb old jesus.
****Said socks rock, so thank you, sister. And thanks to Lorin, who gave me raw fish, a kind ear, and a whole new family to celebrate with on the actual day.
