Monday, August 20, 2012
August 20. Day 233. Something to crow about
The truth is this is an annual pantomime which I do not enjoy at all. I go to work, I do my job, I go home. I reckon I'm okay at what I do but to actually sell that makes me feel quite uncomfortable.
I suppose that's why it's called crowing. It's not a pleasant sound the crow makes. If singing your own praises was pleasant it would be named after a canary not a crow.
Anyway, after picking over the roadkill of my last work year, I think it was agreed that I should keep on doing what I've been doing.
So I gave myself a few more crows' feet for nothing. That is something I do well, even if I do say so myself.