My day job requires me to do a lot of unusual things, including waking up naked at 2 a.m. on a floor that wasn’t mine.
OK, my job didn’t actually require me to do that. It was the unexpected side effect of attending a five-course wine dinner where the sommelier kept refilling my glass until I’d lost track of my consumption and possibly my shoes.
(For the record, I wasn’t driving. Also for the record, I do know the owner of the aforementioned floor, and my nude presence there wasn’t terribly disconcerting. Also for the record, my boss was highly amused when I shared this story).
My job in tourism marketing means I spend a lot of time wooing journalists with treks around the Bend Ale Trail or accepting invitations to swanky dinners so I can write about it.
In other words, I get paid to eat and drink.
Hardly something to complain about, but there are moments I want to. Like an hour ago when the boss walked in and handed me an invitation to a party he needs me to attend next week and I almost cried. Free food, free wine, and I swear I’d rather tear off my toenails with my teeth than spend another evening doing anything other than lounging on the sofa in my jammies.
It’s like that with writing sometimes, too. I hesitate to say much about struggles with deadlines or harsh editorial feedback because HOLYMOTHEROFCRAP I have a three-book deal. I pretty much forfeited my right to complain about anything the moment I signed my name to that contract.
So this is me, not complaining. About free food and wine, or about the fact that I’m feeling stressed over my new book that’s being released next week.
You like how I just slipped that in there?
Yeah, it’s a secret. I’ll tell you more as soon as I’m allowed, but trust me when I tell you it’s super exciting.
But mostly exciting.
Got anything in your life you’re NOT complaining about (even if you might kinda want to sometimes?) Please share!
And if you’ve got a good “waking up naked” story, share that, too. It’ll make me feel better.