A few months ago, an editor for an organization of extra smart people approached me through my blog, asking for an interview.  I know I’ve been out of the corporate office realm for almost a decade, but it seems as if times have really changed and it’s now acceptable to drop acid while at work.

Actually though, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a member of this extra smart people organization.

I’ll wait while you recover from this shock.

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With my invisible sidebar integrity badge, you can be assured this is the truth and I am in no way making up the fact that I at one time had a highly-tuned academic mind. Thinking back to my scholarships and dean’s list certificates and fancy Latin words on my degree in no way makes me depressed while I sit here, a 9-year stay-at-home mom, with no idea of the direction of her life.

I better move on from that thought before I actually do get depressed.

Anyway, I agreed to the interview and the editor almost fucking killed me. He wouldn’t let me cuss AT ALL. In fact, I couldn’t even say “crap” in the answers so right now I feel like throwing in a bunch of random F bombs in this post.

Except I’m kind of scared of Peter (the editor) and if he finds out I did cuss while talking about this interview, he’ll probably send me an email using words I have to look up in the dictionary, which really puts me in my place.

Here’s the interview.

Unfortunately there’s no way you can comment on the interview. I guess you could always email Peter directly, expressing your amazement at his ability to get me to write without dropping the F bomb.  He lost a battle of wits with me just this morning, so it might soothe his ego if you did.

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