This life is crazy

OH HAI. It’s been a long while, I know. That’s the thing about working online: you realize how public everything really is. Today, for example, not two minutes after I finished sifting through the ‘net for dental coverage, my phone rang.  Turns out it was an insurance agent (did I really plug my number into one of those sites? I don’t remember…) and in the voicemail he left he said he could get insurance for me right now! Today! This minute! Huzzah!

Then I got about fifteen e-mails from other agents claiming the same thing. And then, that first agent? The one that called me? I Googled him. I don’t know how or when I developed the strange compulsion to Google absolutely everyone from the grocery store checker to Robert D. Owens the insurance guy, but I do it. When it dawned on me that I probably get Googled too, I stopped blogging, made my Google Profile as presentable as possible, and then slowly curled up into the fetal position with a bottle of wine.

It’s not like this is a new development, this whole internet = public thing, but now that I write about it on a daily basis I feel less inclined to tell you that I make tiny replicas of the asshat PR people I have to deal with for my job and then stick pins in them. Or that I’m physically stalking the hot barista I saw at Starubucks last week. Or that I’ve developed a slight twitch in my right eye.

It just makes me look bad, you know?

Anyway. I’ve also been super busy. I decided at the beginning of this year that I was going to be serious about my job. I mean, I was always serious, but now I’m more serious, which is code for: I asked for more money so now I have more responsibilities. Good timing too, because since then I’ve been to the ER, the dentist, and there’s a plane to Paris I have to catch next month.

DID YOU CATCH THAT, ROBERT D. OWENS? I’M GOING TO PARIS!