Great news! I got called back to work and so did William Shatner. I was going to describe my work as "glorified data entry," except that it's not glorified, so I'll just say that I'm back to my old, paying job.
Shatner's work is starring in a new sitcom as an opinionated father whose kid posts his rants on Twitter. Now that's glorified. He's getting paid to do what he loves, in a highly visible, creative medium, as he has for decades. That's what I've always wanted to do, and have tried, but haven't achieved so far. The amazing thing about Shatner's career is it's unparallelled length and diversity. The amazing thing about my career is...nothing. Yet. You can't even really call it "career." But that's a subject for another post.
The subject of this post was going to be what I'd initially set out to do in this blog: explain how I obtained a picture of myself in a dressing room in 1987 with William Shatner standing behind me, gripping my upper arms, beaming like he's my dad. In fact, when I showed this photo to my co-workers at the time, they asked, "Is that your dad?" I wished. No one realized it was William Shatner, which was a big let down.
Yes, I was finally going to tell the tail, but now I'm mentally exhausted after a long grueling day of unglorified data entry, and I'm afraid, Dear Reader, that in my current condition, I cannot do my story justice. So in the words of Scarlett O'Hara , "tomorrow is another day." God as my witness, I'm going to post this cotton picking story if it's the last thing I ever do in this fleeting plane of existence! Please stay tuned.
Shatner's work is starring in a new sitcom as an opinionated father whose kid posts his rants on Twitter. Now that's glorified. He's getting paid to do what he loves, in a highly visible, creative medium, as he has for decades. That's what I've always wanted to do, and have tried, but haven't achieved so far. The amazing thing about Shatner's career is it's unparallelled length and diversity. The amazing thing about my career is...nothing. Yet. You can't even really call it "career." But that's a subject for another post.
The subject of this post was going to be what I'd initially set out to do in this blog: explain how I obtained a picture of myself in a dressing room in 1987 with William Shatner standing behind me, gripping my upper arms, beaming like he's my dad. In fact, when I showed this photo to my co-workers at the time, they asked, "Is that your dad?" I wished. No one realized it was William Shatner, which was a big let down.
Yes, I was finally going to tell the tail, but now I'm mentally exhausted after a long grueling day of unglorified data entry, and I'm afraid, Dear Reader, that in my current condition, I cannot do my story justice. So in the words of Scarlett O'Hara , "tomorrow is another day." God as my witness, I'm going to post this cotton picking story if it's the last thing I ever do in this fleeting plane of existence! Please stay tuned.
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