I’m the Howard Hughes of school administrators.
Of course, without the money or the pilot’s license.
And the OCD.
Actually, the real reason I don’t do more press is because I have a condition.
It’s not something I like to talk about. Especially on weekends.
It’s called a job.
And it gets in the way of my other life.
The one where I stay home with Buddy the Dog and blog for approximately 12 minutes each day.
This is my dream.
This is Buddy’s dream.
This should be your dream (because quite frankly, if it’s good enough for Buddy, it’s good enough for you).
I really want a full-time job that’s neither full-time nor a job.
And blogging fits that bill just about perfectly.
I don’t really know any other bloggers, but I’m assuming they are very good golfers.
If I had a job that didn’t require me to work, I could get my handicap down and still have plenty of time for other stuff. Like interviews (I’m not sure, but this might require people asking to speak to me… details, details).
Since I have to work to pay for Buddy’s enormous appetite, I don’t have time for all the extra things that real bloggers do.
… actually, I don’t know what real bloggers do.
Again, I’ve never met one.
I’ve always assumed they brainstormed, did some research, read a lot, and other writing type of stuff.
This was all true until about a week ago.
That’s when I agreed to be interviewed (weak moment). I’m not sure what came over me, but I returned an email from Chambanamoms.com. Evidently, they had gotten so desperate for material they needed to interview me.
It makes my stomach gurgle just thinking about it (on second thought, this could be the Mexican food I ate last night).
I still don’t have a clue why I answered the email because I can’t think of anyone I would like less to talk about than me.
Just the thought makes me want to shove a letter opener right in the back of my worst enemy (no need to hurt myself, after all).
For reasons I can’t explain, I agreed to speak to this young lady.
And you know what?
It was as painful as I imagined. Sure she acted interested, but I was on to her from the very beginning (me=boring).
I don’t care how many questions someone asks, I still don’t have a clue what I’m doing with this blogging thing.
To her credit, she wrote a very nice article (amazing what someone who got A’s in English class can do). She also took less than a horrible picture of me (this takes TALENT and lots of it… most of my school pictures have been destroyed at the request of the Kindergarten teachers… something about me frightening the children).
But none of this interested me.
What did was the fact that she is me. Except she’s female.
And has a journalism degree.
And probably a bunch of other stuff, but I don’t want to get weird on you (too late???…. sorry).
She’s started her own website and blog.
In the four years I’ve been blogging, I’ve never run across anyone who does this (by the way, my blogging anniversary was this week… thanks for the cards…).
During this time, I’ve typed my goofy thoughts on my little computer at my kitchen table all by myself (except for my faithful sidekick Buddy).
So while I found the interview awkward and uncomfortable, talking to her was terribly fascinating (if I could just have been involved without being involved).
She does what I do, but better.
She has a staff. A business plan. Goals. Web people. Advertisers.
And she goes to blog conferences and meets other people like us.
I didn’t even know there were people like us, let alone Blog Conferences.
So the interview was worth it. Simply because it’s nice to know there are real people out there who are trying to accomplish the exact same thing as me.
… actually, I have no idea what they are trying to accomplish.
But my plan is crystal clear.
I’m just a school administrator who is trying to find a high-paying job that requires little or no work with absolutely no supervision and doesn’t involve interacting with other humans. And good benefits.
It’s the American Dream.
Or maybe it’s just my dream.