It’s official. As you can guess by my Wednesday post, you now know which day I’ve chosen to be my official post day. Right. You guessed it. Tuesday! So for now on I shall post on Tuesday, unless Wednesday looks better.
So anyway, I was watching SpongeBob this morning, and—as it always does—it provoked deep reflection as to who I am. Sometimes I watch and feel slighted that someone made a cartoon out of me and didn’t give me credit. A royalty check would be nice.
I know what you’re thinking, and knock it off. Just stay with me, I’ll make sense in a minute; I think.
I came by this cartoon about fifteen years ago, not by my kids, but by my boss, She was wild, eccentric, quirky, and the best boss ever—better than Mr. Crabs.
She scheduled meetings in the conference room as a ploy to gather us all for an episode of SpongeBob that she found particularly meaningful for her integrity analogy. She wanted to instill upon us a SpongeBob work ethic per se. A role model for who we were to aspire to be. ‘I’M READY!” Is SB’s motto. And he is. SB is always ready. He goes above and beyond in his every endeavor. He serves others like there is no greater love. He takes his work and anything else he sets his mind to completely seriously. It was his overall attitude she was selling on us. Not the other stuff, though.
SB has a dark side, the one in which I fit the mold. See, he just gets a little too excited about his endeavors. He wants something so badly, he’ll go just a little too above and beyond to get it. Today’s episode: he finally got to be hall monitor at boating school. He wanted it so much that when he finally got it, he gave an acceptance speech so long that by the time he left to monitor the hall, school was over, and the fish trampled him to go home.
I identify with his over-zealousness—like with writing. I want to be published so badly that I’m willing to rewrite (acceptance speech) and rewrite and rewrite. By the time I’m finished, I fear books will be extinct (that’s not a stretch), and agents will be trampling me to find other work–perhaps with my last boss.
Does too much enthusiasm get in the way of your goals?
In other news, Laura Best presented me with an award. Thank you, Laura. I don’t feel I deserve it, but I did have a long acceptance speech prepared. For the sake of brevity and my new anti SB sabatoge attempts at my brain, I’ll just say it starts with a thank you to you, my fellow bloggers, to my grandma, parents, brothers, sister …
There are a couple of rules for this award:
1. Every winner of the Prolific Blogger Award has to pass on this award to at least seven other deserving prolific bloggers. Spread some love!
2. Each Prolific Blogger must link to the blog from which he/she has received the award.
3. Every Prolific Blogger must link back to This Post, which explains the origins and motivation for the award.
4. Every Prolific Blogger must visit this post and add his/her name in the Mr. Linky, so that we all can get to know the other winners.
Since Laura gave the award to some of my blog friends as well, and since those friends did likewise, it will be a challenge to pass the award to someone who doesn’t already have it.
I’ll start with Candice. Candice proudly posts on Thursdays. Unless she doesn’t want to.
I’ll give it to John Travolta as well. And Brenden Fraser, who has been occupying many of my dreams lately. And Johny Depp. And …
The others will follow as I figure out who does and doesn’t already have the award. In fact, Candice might already have it. Oh, well. Can’t be too rich or too thin or have too many duplicate blogger awards. Right?