While talking to some colleagues today about some of the things my active participation in the world of social media has brought me, I was left trying to answer the question “Why don’t we know about this stuff!?!”
Huh… I suppose I don’t know.
So, in an effort to help the masses “know” this stuff, I suppose I’ll tell you.
So, here are 5 things you might not know about me (not all of them because of social media):
I’ve worked at the Super Bowl. Super Bowl XLVI to be exact (that was just last January if you aren’t keeping track). My jacket says “NFL Transportation”, which I suppose is accurate since I helped transport people through security. Really, the jacket should say “NFL walk 17 miles a day around this facility because it really is faster than trying to get around on a golf cart” or “NFL did you think you were coming here to get sleep because 3 hours is your sleep ration per day” or “NFL don’t even think about trying to watch the LMFAO concert because you’ll barely survive the scariest concert experience of you life even if you only attempted 10 minutes of watching them”. Volunteering with our small team is on my list of Top 5 Favorite Things Ever and I hope upon hope I’ll get to do that again in Jaunary in New Orleans – I have a love affair with NOLA… and oysters… and Bloody Marys… all of which taste really good while chilling on a balcony in the French Quarter… but I digress.
I’m published. Last summer I wrote a closing article for an industry magazine called Facility Manager. It was based on a speech I gave at a conference earlier in the year. If you follow my blog, this isn’t news to you, but new readers might not know this. Okay, okay – so one article isn’t exactly War and Peace or Gone With The Wind but it’s a pretty big deal to me. Actually, I lie, it’s a VERY big deal to me.
I adore my line of work. It’s true. I’m one of those people who actually love the work I do. No, I’m not talking about contributing to the big picture here or a feel good kind of thing, but I love planning my days, coordinating events, solving problems, fixing problems others should have solved before they happened, teaching people, inspiring people and basically just figuring things out. I love all of this. I’m still not sure when this happened and it kind of scares me that I’m THAT person, but there you have it, you can hate me if you want but it’s the truth. I love my line of work!
I don’t like being dirty (uh, like grease smeared on your face kind of dirty… what kind of blog readers are you guys?). This borders on ridiculous. If I go through a thrift store, I want nothing more than to wash my hands for 18 seconds in hot, soapy water as soon as I leave. If I sweat for 5 minutes, I fret until the moment I step into a shower to rinse off. Do not even get me started on gardening. As much as I love it, dirt under my nails is enough to send me to a psychiatrist. I just do not like being dirty. And YES, I wash my hair while camping. I cannot help it, I just cannot help it. Once I left my toothbrush at home when I was traveling and didn’t realize it until I went to brush my teeth before bed at 3AM. I was devastated, completely devastated. I counted down the minutes until morning came and I could make it to Walgreens to buy one. When I finally brushed my teeth with something other than a washcloth, I celebrated by dancing the jig of good dental health.
No, I won’t show you how to dance that jig.
No, my not showing you how to dance that jig is not the 5th thing you might not know about me. Although, I suppose I could count it. So let’s call this segment the 6 things you might not know about me.
See, I’m spontaneous and am able to adapt as things go. That’s one of my strong suits on my resume. Now I’ve proven to you that it is true. I like to back up what I write.
Wait, that makes 7… I better wrap this up.
3 times in my life I failed to pass auditions for drum line participation. Once was before my sophomore year of HS when I didn’t make the cymbal line and was cast out to the pit (and then I had a vibraphone solo because I seemed to have mad skills for a bassoonist playing in the pit for the first time, so that was kind of cool I guess). Then again my junior year of HS when I didn’t make it again (this time I turned my nose up at the pit and marched around with a mellophone I didn’t play – I refused to not march a 2nd year in a row – I’m determined at least). Then again my freshman year of college. I was DEVASTATED! Actually, not making Longhorn Band my first year in college was one of my deciding factors in moving back home and going to UTAlmost (Arlington for those who don’t know/get the reference). Thankfully I not only made the cymbal line there, but was put in charge of it and we went on to win best cymbal line at PASIC in the fall of 2000. That’s a pretty big deal and totally proved that those section leaders who didn’t put me on their lines obviously didn’t know what they were doing (I’d say I’m kidding, but really, I’m sure they didn’t, okay, I’m kidding… maybe). And speaking of PASIC, check out this terrible video of our AWESOME floor routine.
I know not everyone is boss enough to want to sit through a bad video of a drumline floor routine you can hardly see, but humor me, it was a BIG day in my life. I even remember what color nail polish I had on. Strange thing to remember. Oh, and since all sad stories need a happy ended, I did move back to Austin and auditioned again for the Longhorn Band not only making the cymbal line, but heading it up my final year of college. See, happy ending.
So, there you have it, 5 things you might not have known about me. I hope I’ve entertained you a bit this evening. I know I had fun sharing these memories with everyone.
Actually, I almost always have fun talking about myself. At least I admit things like that.
Some people don’t admit things like that. Those people bug me. I don’t want to be those people.
So, all of you bloggers out there, I challenge you to share 5 things with the world that we might not know about you. Come back and post a link to it in the comments of this post. I’d love to to learn more.
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