“So what do you think, Jackie?”
What do I think? Funny Joe should
ask me that. He’s just finished reading my blog. He’s just quoted me to
myself. Or is it myself to me? Do I sound surreal, as if I’m living in
The blog—my blog—is all about
Joe. And other topics that make me want to scream. But the clever thing is,
I’m anonymous. When I’m blogging.
I’m Jackie, Joe’s cubicle-mate
when I’m not.
And that’s the problem.
Joe is asking Jackie (me) what I
think about the Mystery Blogger (also me). And since I don’t want Joe to
know the blog is all about me and what I think of him, I can’t tell him what
I think about me.
My brain is starting to short
So if I can’t tell him what I
think about me, I certainly can’t tell him what I think about him, so I’m
going to have to pretend not to be me. Not me myself and not me The Cubicle
Next Door Blogger—TCND to my fans.
I have fans!
If I were clever I’d say
something like, “Look!” and point behind him and then duck out of the room
when he turned around to look.
But there’s so much computer
equipment stacked around my desk and so many cables snaking around the floor
that I’d break my neck if I tried to run away. So that option is out.
I could try pretending I didn’t
hear him. “What?”
“SUVs. So what do you think about
But then we’d basically end up
back where we started.
So how did I get myself into this
It was all Joe’s fault.
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