Holy cow, what a week. Everybody who is thrilled beyond words that it's finally Friday, raise your hands.
Ok, since this is the Internets I guess that didn't work too well, so you will just have to picture me waving my hand around above my head like a dork in third grade who has the answers to every question and really, really wants to be called on. It's hard to type while doing that, take my word for it.
Anyway, I am four days behind on email and it is making he hyperventilate a little bit and I have meetings all morning so no way to catch up. Work has been crazy this week, but crazy in a good way. As in rather than wanting to fling myself off the top of the parking garage by noon every day, I actually feel that I have been making a difference in my little corner of corporate America. It isn't making the world safe for democracy or anything, but it's better than contemplating suicide every time my phone rings.
My actual real life has been a little insane too. I was thinking last night about how I almost never talk about my actual real life on my blog. I'm not going to start, I was just thinking about it because I was wondering whether my fellow bloggers feel like their blogs are fairly accurate representations of themselves. I think mine is an accurate representation of an aspect of me, but not an accurate representation of me as a person. I think if you read my blog and then met me, I would not be quite what you were expecting.
So what do you think? If I met you after reading your blog, would I be surprised, or would your blog have given me a good idea of what to expect? Or is this too much thinking for a Friday?