5:43 p.m. - May 01, 2003
Iím excited. Put aside your partisan politics and be happy for me, eh? Itís only taken 11 years, but Iím finally going to shake hands with a President so whoo hooo for me. Back in 1992 I was this close to Clinton when he came to Seattle to campaign Ė dirty secret tangent: I literally jostled a wheelchair-bound woman out of my way and she was mightily offended Ė when my friend Tad suffered some kind of malaise and it was either shake Clintonís hand or shelter Tad from the crowd. I did the honorable thing though I had to think for a moment. Eh. I was an ideologue back then, campaigning for Clinton when I wasnít even old enough to vote for him. Heh. And while I donít regard Bush any better than ďaverageĒ I donít mind getting a little excited.
I realize the majority of this excitement derives from recognition. Talk about a fatal flaw.
This week Iíve cleared the highest total ever in my professional career. Itís been a while since Iíve thrown myself into work and while I canít obfuscate and say it feels good, it feels good that thereís little time to think or do anything else.
Perhaps yet another fatal flaw.