Far too often at work, my coworkers say to me, “you look tired.” But let’s be honest…we all know that’s just code for, “you look like hell.” I’ve always been the kind of guy that wears his heart on his sleeve, but I’m kind of surprised at how easily people can read my mood and my current state while I’m obliviously going about my business. I wonder if all the difficult customers I deal with can sense just how precariously close they come to being beaten while they’re busting my balls. They probably can. But either way, I’m not all that concerned.
The more I think about it, the more it occurs to me that I’m such an open book. The existence of this blog should be proof enough. It’s funny, the things you learn about yourself so late in life. I just found out yesterday that I like writing. Who knew?