My buddy Amurin over at Stop and Wander has bequeathed upon me this lovely “Honest Scrap” award for remarkable honesty in blogging. Thank you, Am. I want to thank WordPress for making this possible with their lovely, easy and free software and hosting. And a big hug to my real life friends who completely ignore online ramblings thus freeing me up to write without worrying what they will think. And finally, to my parents who slapped me three ways to Saturday whenever they caught me in a lie.
When you get the Honest Scrap award, you are meant to grace your readers with 10 honest things about yourself, and then pass on the award to other blog friends who write honestly and truly about themselves and events in their life.
- I live in constant fear of an 80-something year old lady whom I have let down. She wrote me a lovely letter in longhand requesting that our company grant free parking to senior citizens. I promised her I would get it delivered to someone who might be able to do something about it. Being as our organization is so vast, I have no idea who would care that an elderly member feels as if her age should grant her a pass on paying for parking. So, the letter sits. And I await in fear of her phone call.
- Instead of meditating or writing in the mornings like I know I really really should, I fart around playing stupid games on Facebook. It seems like people are writing all kinds of apps and games for Facebook, so here’s an idea: I think there should be an app that kept a running total of all the time a person spent on Facebook. And then to add to the cruel reality of that frightening number, it would compare your total hours to something useful like: Your Time On Facebook: 172.25 hours / 172.25 of non-Facebook Time = 10 books read, 5 volunteer shifts at the homeless shelter, 7 non-garbage blog posts, 16 1/2 hour meditation sessions, and a dozen home-cooked (i.e. non-microwaved) meals.
- Even though I don’t even kill bugs b/c of my personal, Buddhist influenced beliefs, I have gotten quite into playing Mafia Wars on (what else?) Facebook. I have “iced” 36 mobsters, and “whacked” 6 of them, though I haven’t the foggiest idea what is the difference between icing and whacking.
- I have a sneaking hunch I am not as nice a person as I like to believe myself to be.
- I’m also not a very good friend. I do a shit job at keeping in touch with people, and apparently returning emails and phone calls is a bit of a foreign concept.
- I stopped shaving my legs years ago since I always wear pants, and the boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind.
- Making this list is starting to depress me
- I have a natural tendency towards depression. It’s been pretty well under control for a few years now and I haven’t had to resort to going back on meds, but it still doesn’t take much to make me go to my dark place.
- When I was pretty freshly sober and in therapy started really mucking about in the dark recesses of my psyche, I had a job where I subjected myself to a crazy boss’s whims and insane hours (can you say 70 a week?). Occasionally, when it all got too much, I would hide under my desk. I was capable of conducting business over the phone or with my staff, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit up in my chair or leave my office. I think it tells you the general insanity of this workplace that my hiding under my desk hi-jinks didn’t phase anyone. Though I was once told during a performance review that I might want to come up with other coping mechanisms because it was somewhat startling to the newer staff members.
- I am counting down the days until this stupid NaBloPoMo self-challenge is over. Whew. Only 4 more days!
Now, it’s my time to get revenge . . . oh wait, I mean it’s now time to pass along the honor of the Honest Scrap Award. One will go to my North Coast buddy Adam, who not only joined me on this NaBloPoMo challenge, but he also threw in going to the gym every day. Silly, silly man. I haven’t heard much from my boys Ombudsman and Julian, so here ya are fellas. Congratulations!