This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Open Mouth. Insert Foot. Now Swallow.

Sorry for not posting last week. What can I say? Sometimes life happens.

This week’s story is again from the conference and relates to the previous story. Same boss. Same tech. Flash forward seven years. Both of them are at the conference.

Bossman gives a talk and posts a picture on the screen of a tiny woman fixing a fence. After explaining what is going on in the picture, Bossman points to it and says, “If you can believe it, that is Baby Face Nelson. As you can see, she was lot thinner then.”