This week some of the guys at work overheard me talking to the editor of the local newspaper. He plans on doing a press release after I get home from vacation. The guys I write for said I sounded like a phony while I was talking to him. I laughed and it took time for me to see it from their point of view.
Now after thinking about it, I see they were right. When I am at work I am the Beave. I fart right along side of some of the most respected people in the plant.
The phone call I was making, was with a man who’s office I would never fart in. In fact it’s common knowledge that most people in the literary world discourage farting in their offices or lunchrooms.
I guess as time is relative, so is the personality I use. It depends on whom I am talking to.
