One thing about not being out there, being visible, being noticeable, being memorable. People forget that you're there. Until you're not there and someone asks, "Where the heck is the person who sweated this small stuff?"
SO UNFAILINGLY RELIABLE. I'd rather not have that on my tombstone. Shudder.
You might as well etch this beneath my name—DRUDGE.
Yes, yes, I know that the world can't run without us drudges. Did I say I abhor being a drudge? If I had, I would've done something about it long time ago. I would've taken the other path. Each and every time.
I cannot imagine myself as a high maintenance diva. Maybe in a parallel universe I am. Heaven help those people.