A little bit about me
I'm a displaced Kansan living in Minnesota.
Actually, I've lived in Minnesota longer than I lived in Kansas, so you might think that I'd be considered a Minnesotan by now.
But you'd be wrong.
Minnesotans are a standoffish lot. Whenever I think I'm finally an official Minnesotan, I'm proven wrong. For instance, I'll say "soda" instead of "pop" and blow my cover.
During the day, I'm an unassuming sales assistant. It's not glamorous nor is it what I wanted to be when I grew up.
At night, I'm an exhausted sales assistant, trying to unwind from long, neverending work days.
And, I write.
Mostly, I write about the absurd people and situations I encounter when I realized that those of us who are fairly "normal" modify our behavior when dealing with more dysfunctional people.
Why must the rest of us always Tiptoe Around the Lunatics?
Actually, I've lived in Minnesota longer than I lived in Kansas, so you might think that I'd be considered a Minnesotan by now.
But you'd be wrong.
Minnesotans are a standoffish lot. Whenever I think I'm finally an official Minnesotan, I'm proven wrong. For instance, I'll say "soda" instead of "pop" and blow my cover.
During the day, I'm an unassuming sales assistant. It's not glamorous nor is it what I wanted to be when I grew up.
At night, I'm an exhausted sales assistant, trying to unwind from long, neverending work days.
And, I write.
Mostly, I write about the absurd people and situations I encounter when I realized that those of us who are fairly "normal" modify our behavior when dealing with more dysfunctional people.
Why must the rest of us always Tiptoe Around the Lunatics?