Back in the day, I was doing a school fundraiser and filled out an order form for all the things I had sold. A week later, all the orders were in and I waited paitently to hear my name to gather my lame, chotchke prizes ...
"Jimmy "... "Kyle "... "Sarah"... "Scott"... "Jenny"... "Stejamoe?!" Who the hell is that?!
It turns out that if your hands are in the "home key" position on a computer keyboard, and you shift your right hand one key to the right while trying to type "Stephanie", you end up typing "Stejamoe". The person inputting all my information was apparently in a data entry frenzy, and the name has stuck with me ever since.
So why does this Stjeamoe need to speak? A few of my colleagues have recommended that I start a blog because I always have some random thought or funny observation that would seem fitting to share with a larger audience. I also happen to be in public relations and know how valuable blogs and bloggers are becoming in the media sphere and spend hours every day reading up on industry expert blogs to determine new trends in my clients' industries. These bloggers are considered valuable influencers and they recieve some pretty shnazzy stuff just so they can blog on it and share, what will hopefully be, their positive opinion with the world.
So although I may have no authority whatsoever in any kind of industry, I'm hoping that I will someday be flown to Italy to play around with a new line of makeup or be sent the newest Manolo Blahniks so I can sing the praises of the finely crafted pair of pumps. By the way, I'm a size 8.5.
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