Most people I know say I have a poker face. I’m not sure if they are talking about the card game or the kind of face you’d like to poke. I will admit that I am not Mr. Smiley. In fact, I don’t know if I remember how to smile.
My financial controller is always on my case about not smiling. She is the type that likes to take pictures. And, she always tells me to smile. Then she shows me the picture and says, "You didn’t smile." I always assure her that I am smiling on the inside. Maybe if she would give me a raise in my allowance I would smile. It’s certainly something I would be willing to try.
My problem is, as stated in previous issues of these rambles, that I think too much. I read too much and I analyze everything. When you do that, there’s nothing to smile about.
So, I have appointed myself as the official barometer for the state of the union. If you ever see me smile you will know with absolute certainty that all is well.
Or, it could be that I drew a royal flush.
PMO
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