This is one of my favorite sayings from the CEO of my company. My man and I have both worked for him, and he’s said it about both of us at least once. When I told one of my best friends I have career limiting tendencies, she said, “They’re called breasts, dear.”

But that’s really not it. I’m a blurter, plain and simple. I say things like, “I don’t make phone calls. That’s why I got a job programming,” (which is almost an exact quote from something I said in the office just yesterday). Sometimes I drop F-bombs and cackle really loud to taunt people in meetings.

Anyway, today, I went for a laugh in a meeting with my boss and his boss and every other boss in the organization, at the expense of a co-worker. Oh, he had a fine comeback and he was a great sport about the whole thing, but the damage had been done, another blow to my career potential. Because, once again, it’s all about me and not how cruel little kids can be.

When I told my husband what I’d done, he said, “That’s just mean.” And I said, “But it was funny, right?” He didn’t seem to think so.

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