When you've gotten a whiff of your own self-importance, there's nothing like showing up for work on Monday to remind you of your proper place in the cosmos. I was getting myself nicely worked up this morning, about an upcoming cover story for the Pulse and the need to defend myself from a few nasty attacks I've received on my Passion reviews and my authorly persona suis general. Then I get a page from the front desk of my office -- "Phone call for Eric" -- reminding me that nearly ten months after I began working here, the receptionists still don't know my name.
Posted by mesh at March 8, 2004 01:53 PM | TrackBackYeah, it's the little things that can really deflate the old ego, eh?
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Posted by: David Becke at March 10, 2004 01:24 PM