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Monday, January 24, 2005 · posted at 7:32 AM

Regina: But you're, like, really pretty.
Cady: Thank you.
Regina: So you agree?
Cady: What?
Regina: You think you're really pretty?
Cady: Oh... I don't know
- Mean Girls

I have to write my own letter of recommendation for grad school. As in, I asked my boss to write me one and she said, "why don't you draft something up and I'll sign it."

There's nothing weirder than (1) having to toot your own horn and (2) having to interact with someone who knows exactly how highly you think of yourself and exactly how much you are pulling out of your @ss.

I'm really bad at lying. I'm especially bad at lying on paper because speech seems to dissipate while writing provides physical evidence that weighs on my conscience.

Aside from that, this is the kind of lying that is very, very easily caught. "Hard worker? Efficient? Not the girl who only warranted a 50 cent merit increase..." It's different presenting the best, played up, elaborated, white-lied foot forward to a bunch of strangers than to someone who clearly knows you are presenting the best, played up, elaborated, white-lied foot...

And who's seen you click-quick E!Online away... And watched your inbox fill with personal mail during a meeting... And clocked you when you walk in 30 minutes later and leave 30 minutes early.

In the end I decided to just f*** it and wrote myself a grand description with the naive hope that despite everything, maybe my boss actually still thinks it's true. Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Toot, toot.



	Monday, January 24, 2005 · posted at 7:32 AM Regina: But you're, like, really pretty. Cady: Thank you. Regina: So you agree? Cady: What? Regina: You think you're really pretty? Cady: Oh... I don't know - Mean Girls I have to write my own letter of recommendation for grad school. As in, I asked my boss to write me one and she said, "why don't you draft something up and I'll sign it." There's nothing weirder than (1) having to toot your own horn and (2) having to interact with someone who knows exactly how highly you think of yourself and exactly how much you are pulling out of your @ss. I'm really bad at lying. I'm especially bad at lying on paper because speech seems to dissipate while writing provides physical evidence that weighs on my conscience. Aside from that, this is the kind of lying that is very, very easily caught. "Hard worker? Efficient? Not the girl who only warranted a 50 cent merit increase..." It's different presenting the best, played up, elaborated, white-lied foot forward to a bunch of strangers than to someone who clearly knows you are presenting the best, played up, elaborated, white-lied foot... And who's seen you click-quick E!Online away... And watched your inbox fill with personal mail during a meeting... And clocked you when you walk in 30 minutes later and leave 30 minutes early. In the end I decided to just f*** it and wrote myself a grand description with the naive hope that despite everything, maybe my boss actually still thinks it's true. Signed, sealed, and delivered. Toot, toot.	Recent Posts I always feel torn when the bigwigs come into town... We're all whores. "I'm not a whore," you say, and ... So, can the mind actually ever be free from fear? ... GLINDA I've heard it said That people come into ou... Prochaskan behavior. When I was in New York, some... The biggest deal there is. The great "Can I or Ca... Question from Trivial Pursuit: What famous athlet... In the cold December rain. I almost bought galo... Flying the not-so-friendly skies. Traveling Delta ... That's why I couldn't be happier No, I couldn't be... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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