Work: June 2008 Archives

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A couple weeks ago I got two different pieces of hatemail, both reprimanding me for not posting every single day like I used to. One of them said that I must have run out of ideas. The bulk of my hatemail used to implore me to get a life, so I consider this an improvement.

(If those readers want to pay me to write every day, quantity over quality, I am totally open to that. Just a suggestion!)

This has been a tough month for a number of reasons, some of which I've gone into on my website, some of which I have not. I've taken on a bit of extra writing work because oddly enough, living ain't free and we need extra money to buy beef jerky. Chris takes over in the morning when he can and my mother comes up one evening a week. Despite some of the money-related misconceptions leveled at me in the past, I can't afford to hire either a nanny (or, sadly, a maid). As a result of this my emotions are running high and when my emotions run high I have to work very hard not to verbally eviscerate people, even if they have nothing to do with my problems, or even if they just insist on adding to them with their behavior. Regardless, boooo.

I'm working very hard at focusing on the positive and if I can't focus on the positive I can at least laugh at absurdity when it presents itself. I have several deadlines this week and a photoshoot tomorrow for the 30 Under 30 awards. The latter is turning into a "what will I wear?" fiasco. The photographer called and asked me if I could meet after work; I realize that he's not familiar with what I do but I still had to chuckle because my work, NEVER DONE. He then asked where I worked.

"From home," I replied.

It will be a group shot with the other 29 people, all of whom are coming from after work, most of who will be in suits and other business attire. The problem is that I don't wear a suit to work. I want to look respectable, but at the same time, success isn't always defined by whether or not you wear a suit. I wear jeans, a t-shirt, and Converse most of the time, though I do wear heels when out. So. Do I try to fit in with the crowd or dress as someone who works in Web and radio dresses? Dilemma.

Though I could always wear this shirt.

I was in the Target parking lot trying to keep my kids away from the insane drivers by yelling STAY BY MOMMY! STAY BY MOMMY! Women recklessly jockeyed for spaces, their driving skills impaired by the excitement of spending $200 on Michael Graves ironing board slipcovers and dishes they don't need. We got to our vehicle and I fought with Liam over how to properly load the bags while fumbling with an obscenely-sized package of toilet paper. It was so big a package I was concerned that the cashier would judge me and think that all I do is wipe my arse. During this I received a call from a number I didn't recognize and when I answered a very polite man said hello, is this Dana, and oh yes, you've been chosen as one of the St. Louis Business Journal's 30 Under 30.

I dropped my gigantic toilet paper package to the ground and sort of kicked my leg in the air Michael Jackson-style, thereby straining my hamstring. It could not have happened in a way more apropos of my life. (I am classy and professional all the way. Invite me to your parties!) The awards ceremony takes place right before I fly out to speak at Blogher. I have a photo shoot in the next couple of weeks for the article, thankfully, because I only have two pictures of myself where I don't look like a douche. There will be an article about it and a write-up about me in the July 11th edition of the Journal.

Jamie and Crane invited me on the cool kids' show to talk about it this morning. The St. Louis Business Journal awards are the things for which Donald Trump Jr. types are nominated. Super successful people get nominated for this. I've never really looked at myself in those terms. I don't go to an office, I own only one suit, and I don't have power lunches. I write a website, do talk radio, and a few other things. It doesn't seem like work to me because I enjoy it so much.

(Maybe it's self-perception, but I have always felt like the underdog, the outcast, the nerd. I don't kiss up and I've never worked at "being seen" or having my photo in glitterati sections - which oddly seems to happen anyway because of the various functions Chris and I have to attend for our industries. I'm always photographed next to people exponentially more glamorous and popular than myself.)

I want to thank the people who nominated me, the St. Louis Business Journal, you all for putting up with me, and I don't care if it's the Clichéd Award Show Thing to do: I also want to thank God, I mean genuinely THANK GOD that I am able to scratch out a living doing what I love to do. I am humbled and grateful.

How I strained my hamstring

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Yesterday on Twitter I lied and said that I have some amazing news that I could share today. I have amazing news that has completely made my year, but I can't share it until next week. I'm sorry, that makes me one of "those people" doesn't it? Just know that it involves me receiving a phone call in the Target parking lot while wrestling with the most obscene-sized package of toilet paper known to man, dropping said package, and straining a hamstring when I did a leg kick while on the phone with a reporter.

(Liam and Ewan, I am so sorry that you have Gilda Radnor as a mother but when you get older you'll actually think that's sort of cool I hope, because I loved her. Though after I did my leg kick Liam said "Wow. That looked like that hurt." SEVEN. He's SEVEN.)

I'm in such a good mood today and earlier Chris brought me a Starbucks grande mocha latte and I'm now too distracted to write a coherent thought at the moment. So, three things:

1) I'm joining the stable of fine, funny ladies over at Mamapop on a permanent basis. Some persons enjoy the latest copy of People in the bathroom; I enjoy gossip sites during lunch. I am not ashamed. Please be sure to check it out.

2) Here are some photos from the Epilepsy Foundation's Bowl-a-RAM-a, a fundraiser with the St. Louis Rams spearheaded by our friend Jeremiah (click "Bowlarama June 3rd. Stupid Flash). There's a shot in there of myself with friends and of Chris with my cousin, Andi, the girl who lived with us one summer while she recorded an album. She looks just like me except younger, with better hair, and perkier. I hate her. 

3) If anyone has practical advice on starting a family and family finances, consider shooting some of that over to my friend Rebecca. She's stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Happy weekending.

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