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Overexposure

Did anyone else have their holiday weekend interrupted with work today?

The tyrptophan has not even worn of yet, and I'm back at the bank. Clearly, it is the slowest day of the year, as the Black Friday shoppers have no money left to deposit, and the sane folk are warm at home, eating turkey omelets and watching football. (Louisville's game starts at 11:00 this morning, in order for us to share our losing season with a national audience on ESPN 2. Suffice it to say, it wasn't too much of a sacrifice to come to work rather than attending the last home game of the season. It's like fourty degrees outside, so the weather is even less desirable than the dismal number in the Cardinal-win-column.)

In other news, I learned a lesson yesterday. If one wants to keep her blog semi-separate from her "real" life, mentioning said blog in a facebook status update is really not the way to go... especially on or near a Thursday, in my case.

Last night, my brother-in-law said, "So, it's TMI Thursday, right?" Before I knew it my sister was reading my post from his i-phone, with my mother over her shoulder, wondering what she was doing.

"Just reading something," said my sister with a grin.

(Thankfully, my husband was in a full-on turkey coma on the couch.)

Oh. my. God. Don't. show. Mom.

Comments

Shandal said…
Oye, I worked at a bank for 8 years... It was always dead on black friday. BOO. Sometimes I wish my family didn't know about my blog so I can freely talk about anything and everything. :/
Travener said…
My kids discovered my blog and my foul mouth, though I suppose it wasn't that much of a surprise to them. I'm too often like the dad in the movie A Christmas Story. My wife remains clueless about the blog, though I haven't used the opportunity to take any swipes at her. Yet.

I have the hardest time imagining the Amber Murphy we've gotten to know and love on her blog working in such a staid environment as a bank. Well, we all live interior lives, I guess...
@ Shandal - So, you know my pain. But, since we get 10 paid holidays a year, I can't complain too much about working today.

@ Trav - It IS odd that I work at a bank. My BA is in English, and I always planned on teaching high school. I don't like math, and I joke that being a banker makes the left side of my brain hurt.
June said…
My family is reading my blog which makes it difficult. I could write some great stuff if I didn't have to worry about pissing somebody off...
nor should you probably use your name since it's easily googleable
Wendy Sparrow said…
My family reads my blog, so I don't post anything that feels TMI.

My husband went to the bank today. Neeners.
Tina Lynn said…
I was working today, too. I guess it's true what they say, "No rest for the wicked!"

Yeah, I think you may have yourself some permanent lurkers. That's too funny.
rachaelgking said…
Hahahaha! Oh man. I totally know how you feel. I just pretend I don't know my mom and sister are reading... denial, denial, denial!
Jm Diaz said…
Awesome!
All I have to say is, separate FB!
Amber's Bro-in-Law said…
Let me first start off by saying that I do enjoy reading Amber's blogs, but not with the intent that most family members have. You see, Amber and I... We just get each other; maybe it's that we both understand living with her sister (my wife), or something else, but we get along well.

I think that she is a brilliant writer who speaks from the heart no matter what the topic is. I also really enjoy the strikeouts!

So whether she is writing for personal reasons, emotional reasons, or because she sees it as a place to vent, that is not for me to judge... No permanent lurkers here... I prefer the term - follower :)

To Amber: Feel free to write away, because whether this is a secret or not, I'll read with a zipped lip and will always look forward to TMI Thursdays :)

By the way... if you need help with your gutters, you have my number :)

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