The story of my lifeMay 4, 2008
My mother asked me yesterday on the phone a question that did not surprise me, even though I’ve been with my new company for nearly two years.
“What is it you *do* there?” she asked.
I told her.
“Oh,” she said. “I had someone ask me the other day, and I couldn’t tell them. I said that I thought you were in management or something.”
Uh, no. Not particularly.
“Oh,” she said.
I wanted to say, “Mom, there are a million things you don’t know about me, because you’ve never asked. You assume you know things about my life, but you don’t know. I’d be happy to tell you, but I just always assumed that if you were interested that you would ask.”
I didn’t, of course. But I wanted to.