In what is truly an absurd version of multitasking, I've been trying to time my post-lunch nap with the daily press briefing of Obama press secretary Robert Gibbs. I want to take in news while I fall asleep.
But it doesn't work. So desperately am I rooting for Obama's candidacy to get off to a fast, clean start and not get bogged down in The Usual Bullshit® that my heart hammers against my chest cavity as I listen to Gibbs bullshit his way through these briefings (as all press secretaries always have, and as they always will).
I cannot imagine having a job whose core skill involved pretending, on someone else's behalf no less, that I am an altogether reasonable, rational human being, good humored at all times, perfectly well-informed and always on the ball.
A job in which I can't have days like I had yesterday, when my motto was, "I hate everybody and everybody hates me. That's the way it is, and that's the way I like it to be." When I screamed at the top of my lungs in response to a voice mail I received, "Yeah, if you want to catch up with me, read my fuckin' blog." When I responded to a pesky, nagging, e-mailing speechwriter, "As a communication expert, do you believe it increases the power of your message to bold, italicize and underline the word 'Please'? I mean, wowsers!"
Real-life communicators with actual jobs, remind me: How do you do it (every fuckin' day)?