I had lunch with a really good friend Thursday. A friend that I can always count on to give me support when I've done something stupid.
I'm sure that got your attention.
After we made it through all of the small talk I told her. I have gotten myself into a big mess.
"Oh no, what have you done?" she asked.
I told her it wasn't really that big of a deal, just something that was WAY not me and totally out of my comfort zone. Well, that must have relaxed her a bit because it was just downhill from there. I mean, remember the support I told you I could always count on? Yeah, it must have gotten lost in the bowl of hot sauce!
No support for me! Only laughter... when I told her I had reluctantly agreed to be interviewed by someone at my job for a quarterly publication that our company writes. No big deal, right? OH, did I mention we have 35,000 employees in our company? Minor details...
I assumed at the time they would ask me about my job and maybe have me submit a photo or something.
Now I'll fill you in on why Shawn almost choked on her salad while laughing at me.
They pretty much could care less what I do for the company. They want to know what I do for a hobby. They want to know about my personal life outside of work.
THEN (and here's where my paparazzi come in) they want a photo shoot!
WHAT?? Do these people know who I am?? And I totally mean that in the most humble, I-hate-to-be-noticed way possible.
Seriously people. Are you trying to send me to an early grave? Ok, I sing. That's it. That's my hobby. People that know me know that, but they also know that I would NEVER want to be photographed doing it, much less photographed PRETENDING to do it, which is what these crazy people wanted to do. (Which is also why Shawn is laughing... because she knows me THAT well!)
By this time, Shawn was pretty much rolling on the floor making a huge scene and basically got us kicked out of the restaurant. Thanks. Like I needed to add that to my list of embarrassing moments for this weekend.
Ok, I made that last thing up, but she was laughing.
So that's that. And here's my first paparazzi picture (which was actually taken by my husband's camera phone). There was a real photographer there though, who was taking pictures of me...