Why I'm Too Spacey for My Life

Or Maybe I'm just Too Spacey for My Life.

The other day Nate and I drove to a near by neighborhood in his cream-colored Ford Edge 2007 to look at a car. We test drove the car (a little black 97 Chevy Cavalier). When we were coming back to the neighborhood we were trying to remember which road it was that we were supposed to turn on. I tried to remember what kinds of vehicles we had parked next to as I looked down the little roads of houses and cars. I saw a Cream Colored Ford Edge 2007. "That looks like our car." I thought. "A Cream Colored Ford Edge 2007. We didn't park next to a Cream Colored Ford Edge 2007 that looks like our car, that I can remember. So I don't think this is the road."

Huh?

Dori from Nemo: "es CAH pay. Hm. That's spelled just like Escape."

Why I'm Too Spacey for My Job Part 2

Important Meeting. Lots of Important People. Introduction. How I hate Introductions. Everyone went around and said their name and title. My title? Web Content Management Coordinator. Long? A little. Too much for me to handle anyway. When my turn to came my mind blanked out as usual. "Uh. Marisa Porter. Uh. Director of Web Content Management." Oh the guffaws and snorts and laughters from my team. "What did you get a promotion?" the most vocal of the group said.

It was a web conference, so the reactions went largely unnoticed by the other company present. But not in my room. The real director - the Director of Store Communications tried to stifle a laugh and continue on in the meeting while my cooworker Amy threw her head back and laughed. Another coworker rolled her eyes and shook her head. It was hard to surpress the snickers. I bit my lips for almost ten minutes and could feel the blood rise to my face.

I'll never hear the end of it. "Be like Marisa and you can be whoever you want." People say. "She's just a coordinator but she doesn't let that stop her. Today: Director of WCM. Tomorrow: SVP of Form-making."