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Rise to Power
Dear readers, I got a promotion.

One of the curious things about getting out of the habit of writing about my life in a public place is that I've found it is easier to write about bad things that happen than it is to write about good things. This is why I can tell you that my cat has died, but I don't know what to say about my job. I've been at the Mysterious Workplace for nine years now and they've promoted me regularly--this is my sixth title and my third department--but I am especially pleased because this is a big promotion that moves me up into management.

I don't think I can share too much about how I wound up with my ridiculously overpowered title, aside from that it involved some bizarre political ju jitsu and now I sound as if I am much more important than I really am. Having said that, no sooner was I granted my overpowered title then people started proposing to move more and more projects under me. I am flattered but also cautious, because I am very attached to my job and I would prefer not to screw it up.

It has occurred to me that perhaps I have not written about my promotion because anything I have to say is vague and boring. Hurray! I have done well at work! I am happy but also experiencing imposter syndrome! I fairly certain that the most incompetent people I have ever met have never experienced a second of imposter syndrome and sometimes I envy the tremendous confidence and sound sleep that must come with an advanced Dunning-Kruger complex!

It turns out that I'm not very good at bragging about myself, even in a place where very few people will see it. Here, I will give it a try:

I am going to be profiled in a documentary. They have interviewed me and taken some footage of me walking around picturesque places in ess eff and they spent most of a day shooting me while I mucked around on tissu. I have made them promise to only use footage of me in which my legs are straight and my toes are pointed. Much like my promotion, I am proud of this, but also a little bit trepidatious. I spent most of the day after our aerial shoot having a weird sort of aerialist esprit d'escalier, thinking of much cooler-looking moves I could have done.

I am going to be in a documentary that Netflix is paying for. I am much more comfortable with this one because I'm just going to be talking about my work. I will still probably spend a lot of time worrying about my hair and whether or not I'm wearing the right shade of lipstick. The last time I did one of these, I got stopped on a the street a couple of times by people who had seen it, which made me feel famous.

I am going to be in Teen Vogue. As we are all aware, Teen Vogue is hella woke, so now they're covering privacy and security issues. I don't know how this is going to work out just yet, and it is likely I will simply be giving background or a quote or two, but having my name in Teen Vogue would be a fine achievement for 2017.

Why yes, I have noticed that how anxious I am about publicity is proportional to how close the event is to printing/debuting/airing and that afterwards, having reached Peak Anxiety, I look back on the thing and generally feel good about it. I could make a chart, but I suspect that this is not a situation in which a chart would be helpful. Now, having listed my achievements and worried about them, I will go hide in a blanket fort and watch Mary Beard documentaries about the Roman Empire.

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Congratulations! And also *ye gods nine years*? Remind me how long we've known each other now...?

Was a still finishing up school when we met? I think that may have been the case.

I think you had either recently quit to go back to school, or were no more than a year into it or something like that.

I think that Never Goes Back to School was 2004-2007--possibly late 2003 and I was pretty much done by 2007. My last semester was sort of a victory lap. I was very lazy for a summer and then I started at the Mysterious Workplace in September. It is possible that we have now known each other for 13-ish years.

I have sent Steen in your direction, by the way, because he is looking for technical writing work. If you feel like doing some mentoring, I think he is worthwhile and he could use some advice. Everyone is making their escape plans for when DNA closes, which is the smart play, but also makes me sad.

Edited at 2017-02-13 06:51 pm (UTC)

I bought a car and started driving up to the City in 2003, so yeah, that sounds about right.

Steen is, as I recall, a pretty good writer so hopefully it won't be too difficult for him to learn the craft. (The two are often at odds, and tech writing pays well but also drives away the muse, which is not a choice some people are willing to make.) (You have my email and such, right?)

I think I have your email, yes. Paying the bills or keeping the muse alive is a rough choice. These are difficult times in ess eff.

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