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February 21, 2006
The Surreal World
Upon returning to my desk after a two hour meeting with lawyers this afternoon (during which I got basically everything I was looking for heading into the meeting), I found an e-mail from my boss... that I needed to call the Wall Street Journal back because they were looking to talk with me. Which I couldn't do right away, because I had another meeting to discuss a potential story with USA Today we're working on. This morning, one of the first e-mails I sent was agreeing to do an opening morning keynote panel at a conference in London in May, a conference whose organizers had asked for me by name.
When in the blue hell did this become my world?
The danger in this, as much fun as it is, is that you start to believe your own hype or start believing yourself worthy of the attention. It's all too easy to forget that you're simply in the middle of your 15 minutes, and that you're really not all that big of a deal in the long run. This is not good -- not only because you can easily become an arrogant jackass, but because when the alarm goes off at 15:01 and your time in the spotlight is over, if you've gotten too used to it or started feeling worthy of it, you'll miss it. Which would just be flat out obnoxious of you.
Then again, that would be almost as obnoxious as writing about it in your blog.
Comments
Well deserved recognition. All your faux humbleness aside, you underestimate the impact you are having on how major global conglomerates communicate. Now don't screw up.
Posted by: ManeyDigital at February 22, 2006 08:05 AM
Go man!
Posted by: usefulguy at February 22, 2006 11:03 AM
the Goths can only dream of getting this type of media coverage
Posted by: anonymous at February 22, 2006 02:38 PM
Any lint in there?
;)
Posted by: Mike at February 22, 2006 03:40 PM
Mike, you talking about Sasha's costume? :-)
Posted by: Curmudgeon at February 22, 2006 04:22 PM
don't believe the hype.
Posted by: ml at February 22, 2006 09:10 PM
ML, if I knew how to spell that "mmmuuhuuhuhuh" sound the woman makes in the song right after that, I would do it right now.
Posted by: Curmudgeon at February 23, 2006 06:32 AM
I'll let you know when you become a royal pain in the rump.
Posted by: thebeav at February 24, 2006 04:08 PM






