Kjeda meg litt her en dag :P

I’m at this meating on day. About 10-12 people were spread across 3 sofas around a table. One task has been appointed, now it’s time for the other. So, who can do it? Silence. We all look around at each other. The sooner someone accepts it, the sooner we can all go home. I have been successfully dodging this task for almost two weeks, and was planning to keep it up for the remaining two days. However, this was my chance to rise and shine... or burn. “I can do it if nobody else wants to”, that’s what I told them. Though I had naively thought they would gladly accept anyone at this point, clearly this did not extend to me. As an even deeper silence (if possible) filled the room, I felt the temperature sink and the room darken as between 10-12 pairs of eyes stared at me with a mixture of surprise, disbelief and hope that some other option would emerge out of the deep dark waters of our minds. As the seconds past it became clear to all of them, apparently, that they couldn’t dismiss my suggestion solely on the grounds that they did not like me because I was too shy, even if they felt that my shortcomings might hurt our common objective. For a moment I was about to tell them what I was thinking: “Hello! I know you’re all too polite to tell me ‘no, that’s a terrible idea’, but it’s spelled out quite clearly on your faces. I was only offering to fill the role (for one day) of the person who delegates work to the other “journalists” in our pretend newspaper/wordpress blog that reaches about 0,0 people! Even if I mess up horrendously, what can passably happen? We’re not even being graded in this! I know you’re all very ambisious and shit, but we’re a team! It’s not all about you!”. Before I got around to telling them off and putting them all in a defensive position, the elected editor for the following day went: “Fine”.