I’m Not Really an Idiot But I Play One in Real Life

Rather than leaving my current job and getting a new one that actually uses my MBA, I have been considering a new alternative. I am considering quitting my current job and entering The Amazing Race. Lets say I have an automatic in…which may or may not be true. As cool as it would be to travel all over the world performing a bunch of completely staged and ridiculous tasks (actually, it might be fun regardless of the completely staged and ridiculous tasks…if nothing else it would provide plenty to laugh at) I would have to be very wary of two things.

First, do I really want to be recognizable to complete strangers? Not that I would be. It’s more likely that I would get lost in the first leg of the race and leave the show long before anyone even started watching it.

Second, I would most likely end up looking like a complete idiot. The editors would have a field day with me. At least in real life I am able to balance the idiocy with some semblance of cleverness and the occasional stroke of…well, not genius, above average intelligence perhaps? By the time the editors were done, I would just be the guy who can’t keep left and right straight. Hell, sometimes I can’t keep straight straight. Hmmm, that didn’t sound good. I would like to clarify that I meant straight directionally speaking and directionally speaking ONLY. Anyways, moving on from that awkward moment…I really should just delete all of that but where is the fun in that? Today’s post is supposed to be a free flow stream of consciousness…the editor is out to lunch. Actually, the editor is usually out to lunch. That’s the root cause of about half of my idiocy. The other half comes from having no attention span. Actually, I can have an attention span…its just very selective. What was I talking about?

Rule of thumb, when you get lost, start a new paragraph. I really have no idea what I was talking about. I guess my point is, do I really want to televise my occasional retardedness on TV? I wonder what kind of money they get? Would they feed me regularly? More on this later.