If I Could Sum You Up...

Our company is craving some humanality on our website.. humanality? I think I just made that up. Anyway, some of my co-workers are on the short list for continuing to avoid talking themselves up, much less writing anything at all.

Naturally, they come to me. "Kali, can you write my bio?"

They are joking. But sort of serious. I wiggle my eyebrows and silently accept the challenge. See, they see this assignment as jury duty. I see it as a whole bunch of fun. They're thinking too hard about it. I'm merely scratching the surface. The great thing about working for an advertising agency is that you don't need to drag on about your boring list of achievements. You can be as random as possible.

Just a few minutes later, they all got emails:

Jeff— Awkward cravings for bananas and coke. Constantly run around the office.

Scott— Wear plaid shirts like it's my job. The rest of the time I do UX.

Nicky (If you knew her, you know she references "THE GIRLS", which can be confusing, because for some reason I often hear that phrase as a reference to... ya know, something else.)— "I like hanging out with The Girls. Uh, my two dogs. Not the other thing you’re thinking." We didn't send that one. But it gave us a laugh. I also liked, "I make it happen. No really, I'm in production." But we went with, "Coder. Developer. Designer. Basically, superwoman." Because she is.

Oh, and here's mine if you were curious: Kali— Give me chocolate and something fun to write.

They all started laughing and said "Done. Send." These wonderfully unique, complicated human beings enjoyed being reduced to a light-hearted sentence or two. Thank you Twitter.