True Story©… Anonymity
I’m good at things… As vague as that may sound, I say it like that to say that no matter how good I may so happen to be at a bunch of things out in the real world, I hate – HATE – for my horn to be publicly tooted over it. That goes for work, home, anywhere really. That may seem counterproductive come review time at work, but my manager is well aware of this about me and we have a few aliases I jokingly use when I get to work and kill shit. That’s professionally; as in the shit that pays the bills. Not having people going around talking about me in a manner that would have onlookers look for a chance to pile more of their shit on me is the name of the game. Personally, it is totally different but basically the same. When I clock out and come back across this living room, the last thing I want is for someone to make assumptions with my time because some third party informed me I was capable. There is a space of...