What I'm about to say is probably the most shocking thing a blogger ever could, and no, it's not that I'm quitting, because please--that would not be a shocking thing for a blogger to say. Bloggers quit all the time. Actually, what I want to say is this:
I am sooooo sick of talking about myself today.
I know, I know: gasps all around, Earth screeches to a halt, etc. But people, I have been writing my annual self-assessment for work all day today, and it has been no picnic. It turns out that even I have my limits when it comes to writing endless paragraphs about myself. Weird.
On top of all of that, I'm not so keen about the concept of the self-assessment in general. Shouldn't it go without saying that I think I'm great at my job? Aren't I pretty much the least objective person in the entire world when it comes to judging the performance of . . . me? Why are my standards so important? Maybe I consider it a productive day if I manage to do a near-professional hemming job on my pants with only a stapler and some Wite-Out tape.
These are all things I thought today as I stared at my computer screen and attempted to brag about myself without sounding completely ridiculous.
So, what did I end up saying? The usual: I'm awesome, people love me, I invented sunshine, and I currently have six major motion picture studios interested in producing a biopic about my life starring Hillary Swank as the desktop publisher with a heart of gold.
And a pant leg ful of staples.