Following up

Those of you who have been with me since my late lamented blog (the blog is dead, long live the blog) may remember that along about January I found myself with a rather unusual assignment at work.

Those of you who haven't been with me since then will of course not remember this exciting episode, and may even wonder what it is I do for a living. I'm a speechwriter, as it happens, for the president and senior leaders (but mostly the president) of a large NGO. Think Red Cross, though that isn't it. I like what I do. I don't have to talk much, which is good, because I'm shockingly incapable of intelligent speech when it isn't channeled through a keyboard. (I actually tried to communicate this idea orally today. I couldn't. Because I couldn't come up with the word "articulate." Because I'm not. Unless my mouth is shut and Word is open.)

Anyway, as I said, I like my job. I like the current president, who is a very nice person. I like the fact that my hours are flexible, that my boss is highly competent and extremely pleasant to work with, and that, as I said, I almost never have to actually open my mouth.

How did I get off on this tangent? And did I mention that it's 1 am and I can't sleep?

Sigh. Well, what I started out trying to say was that back in January, my boss called me into her office with an unusual request. She asked me to write a speech for the president. No, not that president. The President.

I don't think anyone from work will find this blog, but if they do, I don't really want to get fired. So I won't give all the details. But I will say that the tape of the speech came back last week, and I went down to AV and watched it.

And it was, well, one of the most surreal experiences of my life.

That's all I have to tell you tonight, really.

Tomorrow: More thrilling bulletins from the Land of Mold. Or maybe not. Stay tuned, as always, to this exciting channel.