Friday, December 21, 2012
Blog Of The Year - Story
There's a trophy store near me that's been around forever. At least 30 years. It's owned by a guy named Dick who's now in his sixties.
For my Bloggy Award which I'm giving next week, I want a bigass trophy. A real trophy. Metal, not plastic. Something the recipient can proudly display on her mantel.
So I went in to Dick's store yesterday and asked for one. He was more than happy to take my order. He asked how I want it engraved and I said, "2012 Blog Of The Year." Dick was puzzled and asked me, "What's a blog?" Seriously. In 2012, he'd never heard of a blog.
I start to explain, in generic terms, and he stops me. "You mean, people write about their lives on the Internet?" Yes, I say. "Sounds awfully strange to me," Dick replies.
I hadn't even gotten to the part where the award is for a women's fashion blog and that I'm a women's fashion-blogger. I was afraid that news would blow the toupee off his head.
On another front, my boss (me) told my employee (me) to go to work today. "There's too much that needs to be done!" My employee whined and said he doesn't want to: "It's a holiday...". "No yet, you slacker, get in there." I'm torn. Who will win this debate?
Are you working today?