There are things you should know about me.
1) I was an actor. Then I wasn't. Then I was again and now I'm not. I quit because the business kept me in a state of reactive egomania and actors, not all but most, drive me bananas.
2) My job is fairly independent. I work by myself, I have no boss looking over my shoulder and I have no co-workers to shoot the poop with. I love working alone, I'm really good at it, I wear whatever I want and I can listen to songs with lyrics like "Yeah, I know what to doooo, I'm gonna fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you" and no one cares cause they can't hear it. Deeelightful!!
The only problem with working alone and being a reformed actor is that I have a vein in my body that pumps the blood of a natural born entertainer through my person, but I have no one to entertain. I genuinely like people (despite what other posts might have lead you to believe) and I love to interact with them. My old friend Gene used to refer to this trait in me as the "Hi! I'm Lumpers!" trait. Wherever I go, I love to chat up the people around me and make friends. It's how I feel comfortable in the world, how I connect to my universe. I'm always searching for commonalities and have become adept at finding them.
Given that I have that vein and that I spend perhaps a little too much time alone, that energy tends to get a little backed up. Since I have no one to entertain or make friends with, I must entertain myself.
Today, that got me a blue nose.
As I was filing some information, I found that I hadn't created a folder for our press fleet contacts. So, as I popped the cap off the blue Sharpie to label a recycled file folder with, I made a little joke with myself about huffing the fumes from the big fat pen. In a fit of overcaffeinenation, I bumped the pen right onto my nose, and I am left with a big blat of blue to take with me as I make new friends wherever I go. Sharpie does not come off skin easily, so I am a marked woman for the next day or two.
Talk about a conversation starter.
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