Self-Deprecation.

So we got chewed out yesterday. After getting off to a bad start for the day, things continued to spiral downward. Scott and I were sat down for a talk. It was condescending. The problem with monkey labor is that if you do screw up, you probably deserve the kind of lecture we got. I felt like I was sitting in Peg Nickerson’s office watching her chain smoke and tell me how much smarter than me she is/was. Oh, to be in sixth grade again. 

 

Problems solved and no jobs lost, although, as it turns out, there is a moderate expectation that we show up on time. I always thought the appointed hour was more of a suggestion, a framework like that of Middle East peace, to be followed loosely, if at all, in probably achieving nothing. Lesson learned.

 

The whole situation, not to bemoan this too much, reminded me of my innagural call to Talk of the Nation on NPR. Bill Simmons, a hero of mine from ESPN, was discussing the NCAA tournament, and I felt I had something pertinent to share. I am the first caller on the archive and I was awkward and nervous. I’m not even sure I understand what I said. Just disappointing all around. I hope Neil Cohen will take my call again. I might be blacklisted.

I’m glad to hear my family’s beloved patriarch is Wii’ing until his heart is content . The image alone is enough to make me happy for days. I look forward to the Rosenberg Olympiad 2009, in which boxing will not be included.