I have not been posting much, hell even I am bored after rereading my last few posts. My birthday celebrations and my kid sisters b-day took up a good bit of time (this is my excuse).

I will soon unveil a new mask to hide behind. I acknowledge I am not fully hidden from you like the time Sarah walked up and said, “So I have to ask you something - are you . . . ?”

Me: “Yes, it’s me - I think your a great writer”

Sarah: “I read your blog everyday”

We stood there and smiled at one another - flattered and exposed.

soon to be sassysuspect.com

Remember when you were in elementary school and the teacher would pick you to help on a special project? That project usually included cutting, stapling, running copies, taking things down the hall, etc. At the time your young naive mind did not realize it was child labor. You thought you were special because you were picked to “help”.

As an adult - your not special - your a tool! After arriving at the office half an hour early this morning to finish up some paper work my boss saunters in and says, “Hey - how’d you like to help your boss out?” This wasn’t really a question, he had pieced together his request as a proverbial favor.
I looked up at him thinking, okay I will stop making you and the company money and “help “,

I replied, “Only if I get mucho brownie points.”

DQ: “But of course”