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Why did I start this ridiculous blog?
To occupy myself so I didn’t jump off a bridge. Which, in reality, shows how much I care for you. We all know I can’t swim, and you, being the hero, would have tried to jump in after me. Right? And it would have sucked because we both would have ended up with hypothermia, a giant emergency room bill, and nothing to show for it but my lousy near death experience and your quasi-heroic, but predictable rescue tale.
Snoozefest.
That aside, one blustery day in the winter of ’08, I was wearing a V-neck sweater over a polo when I fell victim to the banking scam of the century. One moment I was Employee of the Month and the #1 sales person in my department, and the next, I lost my job. In fact, their stock is now worth less than the junior bacon cheeseburger I just ate from the dollar menu. It was what I like to call a blunt delivery.
BUT. Wait for it. Wait for it. I hated my job, and losing it finally gave me the time I needed to start fulfilling my dream of being a stay-at-home, non-showered freelance writer. In the depths of my despair, I wrote a depressing tale about losing my job, which turned into my first nationally published story. Always a silver lining, friends, always. Also, in the midst of my grief and over-eating, I discovered a love for photography. You can click on that link to check it out since I know you don’t trust me yet.So, could it be that a Blunt Delivery can actually be a good thing?
Dare I say, yes?
Hence the name, Blunt Delivery.
Sometimes you just gotta be a cool cat, crack open a box of wine and deal with it.
So put on your uglypants and stay awhile.
